Blues For Ceaucescu Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

Well, hello. 

You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born. 

You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself. 

You can no longer depend on the bed in which you lie by night, 

or the room in which you sit by day. 

You can no longer depend on the pillow on which you lay your head. 

You can no longer depend on the existence of [silence] in your mind when you close your eyes. 

Go to England, baby-raper, false economist. 

Call yourself King Charles III. 

Nobody will notice. 

Nobody will be alarmed. 

There is no constitution. 

Go. Goodbye. Goodbye. 

He's shining brightly, he can't be a man 

He is the genius of the Carpathians 

He's running checks on his mother's womb 

He's gonna be reborn real soon 

CHORUS: 

Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu! 

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! 

Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I never 

Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together 

She made three wishes and they all came true 

The middle one ended in a "W" 

The first one began with a kiss kiss kiss 

The last one ended in a pulverized fist 

(And don't forget, I need sleep. I don't get no sleep.) 

Meanwhile in London, things stay the same 

The untenable must be maintained 

Who's that knocking down my back door? 

It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--CHORUS 

In the dingy Irish orphan's home 

Dickie Mountbatten licks the alchemist's bone 

It's done in strict official secrecy 

God, I love living in a democracy! 

I really do! I do! I really do! 

I looooooooovve you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you! 

He's shining brightly, he can't be a man 

He is the genius of the Carpathians 

He's running checks on his mother's womb 

Hey, look out below, he's gonna drop in again soon!--CHORUS 

Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! 

Give thanks!!