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They were the lazy, hazy, crazy daysWe were racking up bills that someone else paidWe were nuts, sluts, buttboys, fuck slavesA general malaise infected all of our daysFrom Krakow to Vilnius, Riga, BelarusA Russian pop star, a Prussian officerRoyal Lanciers, pigeon fanciersPants men, croupiers, walking cancersChaos and DanceThere were discos in Berlin where they wouldn't let us inUntil the balls were slapping against our chinsWe were flirts, brownshirts, expertsFrankfurt was our undoingRegrets...we had a few of themLearning the geography, the fascist iconographyAn obscene dream, social pornographyA Hapsburg duchess, walking in dinner dressSoldiers, cultures, blowjobs, vulturesChaos and Dance Aus Songtexte Mania