Blues For Ceausescu

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 your lover(?) for anything
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, Ceaușescu! Ciao, Ceaușescu! Ciao, Ceaușescu!
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!!