Nails (The)
Home Of The Brave
Oh God of HellI said I love the suitThat the devil gave meTo wear to BeirutWhere the whores are dancingOn the table topsAnd the juke box playsApocalyptic bebopWell I love ParisI love the dizzy streetsWhere the flowers of sinBloom in the heatIf I were a ghostI'd be pleasedLiving among theseFrench mysteriesBut the place to go'sAnother latitudeWhere Jesus is wearingHis blue suede shoesAnd the pink neon lightsUp the thoroughfaresBetween what isAnd what's not thereSongtexteYou know the placeIt's not too far awayLet's take a tripTo the Home of the BraveForget about LondonForget about SpainGet out of New YorkTake the Train to the PlaneHong Kong smells like dying fishAnd Berlin still stinks of AuschwitzI wanna go where the wild things playI wanna go to the Home of the BraveSomebody meet me at the airportAt about half past tenTell Jose, Nikita and all the boysDown in the bunkerMarc Campbell is coming home again
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