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

. . .