Banana Republic

Screaming in the suffering sea

It sounds like crying.

Everywhere I go - everywhere I see

The black and blue uniforms

Police and priests.

And I wonder do you wonder

When you're sleeping with your whore.

That sharing beds with history

Is like a lickin running sores.

Forty shades of green

yeah

Sixty shades of red

Heroes going cheap these days

Price: A bullet in the head.

Banana Republic - septic isle

Suffer in the screaming sea . . .

It sounds like crying. . . .

Take your hand and lead you

Up a garden path.

Let me stand aside here

And watch you pass.

Striking up a soldier's song

Another tune

It begs too many questions

And answer too.

Banana Republic - septic isle

Suffer in the screaming sea

It sounds like crying

. . .

The purple and the pinstripe

Mutely shake their heads.

A silence shrieking volumes

A vioence worse than they condemn.

Stab you in the back

yeah

Laughing in your face

Glad to see the place again -

It's a pity nothing's changed.

Banana Republic - septic isle

Suffer in the screaming sea

It sounds like crying

. . .

Banana Republic - septic isle

Suffer in the screaming sea

It sounds like crying

. . .