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I get lost in the maelstromI lose concentrationI see fish in the waterBut too fast for meSo I go climbing up the long roadThat leads out to the backstreetsAnd in a great walled gardenIs the place that I'm looking forI've come to see...The Mambo Queen of the Sandstone cityShe sees things that I cannot seeBreaks it down like a true punk rockerBecause nothing is ever what it seemsShe's got a puritan angelShe brought back from the CongoHe stands guard over the virginsHe stands watching in my dreamsShe sculpts things in the gardenWhere there are trees full of wind-chimesThey start ringing when she walks byLike a wild weather warningShe's the Mambo Queen of the Sandstone cityShe reads signs that I cannot seeSongtexteBreaks it down like a true punk rockerTo splinters of mirror glass at my feetAnd I have always loved herI just didn't realiseIt's a world full of cursesThat we carry to the graveBut she knows all about thatShe takes weight from my shouldersShe breathes fire on the deadwoodShe breathes fire in my blood Aus Songtexte Mania