Took my bike to the bicycle shop
The one on Kada ut
The guy there was like "I don't speak English"
I'm not even gonna say hello
He wore this dark mask on his face
This plaintiff unmerciful look
As if he accused me of stealing his rainbow
That a Siamese twin should know
He cycled back to his banana republic
Of being alone
When I think of all the cruel things
People say, my heart turns into a stone
This land is not a kind one
This is pick a bone
This is smile and you get kicked in the teeth
This land says "Leave me alone!"
What is the point of helping these folks
Who care not a tuppence for me
What is the point of giving them taxes
So with their laws they can
Stop me being free?
I am sure such a land is a murder field.
I am sure they'll crucify me
If they knew what I thought
Of their dumb ass navigation
Through the world of democracy
This place could be the worst in Europe.
This place is a Soviet Stooge
It is biding its time for an invasion
Then with Russia it will cause a deluge
And pack up the Warsaw Pact
And write for treatments of treaties at home
And put right all that Trianon put wrong
And finally end up all alone
No the wheel doesn't turn straight
It's bent, bent as a copper
It has been beaten
By the forces of state
Its spokesmen are out of whack
By a whopper
And you may Big Mac your way to the top
On European subsidies
But if you take from the Robber barons of
The East, from your debts you'll never
get free.
So why don't you straighten out your own wheel
The wheel of your democracy
Because until you give the spokespeople
Full freedom of speech
All you'll get is a jelly state that will wobble
and topple
And if you look to your own people to fix it
I'm afraid they're as corrupt at the bottom
as they are at the top
You need a new system of administration
If you want this corruption to stop
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