3 Gypsies in a Restaurant by Billy Mackenzie
3 Gypsies in a Restaurant by Billy Mackenzie

3 Gypsies in a Restaurant

Billy Mackenzie * Track #14 On Satellite Life (Recordings 1994-1996)

3 Gypsies in a Restaurant Lyrics

Hitler was a little man
With little plans that grew and grew
Astonished that an Aryan
Could [?]
Who was such a curse upon the arts
He huffed and puffed and blew them down
What was so omnipotent
About blond hair, blue eyes?
Shoot your weapon

(Ya, da, da)

Gypsies in a restaurant
With slaughtered thoughts
Near Bucharest
Showed me a grate
Where children played
Their little souls can never rest

As I looked into the sky
I there looked down and saw a fire
They made a tent of silver birch
With blacked out [?]
Pyre

(Ya, da, da)

Europe saw their spirits fall
Decided in the state crime ball
Falling fourteen ninety-five
Multiply, how millions cried
The human chain will circle death
And break the ice from Churchhill's breath
Why do wings now need a trial
When dancing out of communist fire?

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