| Lyrics: | This is about Mr. Gorbachev's visit to Britain asking for money. EC saw John
Major & Gorbachev
at the opera (Cinderella) in London one night. -NME Feb-94]
"What is your destiny?" the
policewoman said
The word that she wanted was 'destination' I'm afraid
This is your
future, but this is your fate
Yeah, you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate
you
In his bedtime -???- jersey
???
Bringing up some fantasy talk
Give me strength or give me mercy
Life intimidates
art
Chorus:
Give me strength or give me mercy
Don't let me lose
heart
>From [breach/rich/rage?] to anesthesia ???
20%
amnesia
Well you pass out on the sofa
Just as you're spotted by a drunken
oaf
This is all your glorious country thinks of your life
Strip Jack naked with a Stanley
knife
So the -???- went home again
???
'Cause she couldn't find forgiveness
They made a fist of the hand of
friendship
That is only business
-chorus-
The wine you drank has never
seen a grape
And now your sci-fi suit has lost its shape
But its a dangerous game that
comedy plays
Sometimes it tells you the truth, sometimes it delays it
Think back,
think back, if you still can
When the trompet sounded and the world began
Somebody said we
must have won
So they started burying the bogie man
Mr. Gorbachev came cap in
hand
>From a bankrupt land to a bankrupt land
Mr. Gorbachev and some other
fellers
Were taken to a show called Cinderella
It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a
mystery
It was calculated and the rest is history
You don't have to listen to
me
That's the triumph of free will
There are promises to break
And dreams to
kill
-chorus |
