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You say I get a little nastyYou say I'm just showing offIn front of the visitorsYou say I'm goingFor cheap, cheap laughsHe's my offstage prompterIt's true he helps me connectWith my big NapoleonI don't know that that's about,What's that about?We will receive youIn the good roomThat still smells of PledgePictures of our smiling facesStations of the crossOf teeth and pubertyShe cries at motorcadesShe cries at motorcadesShe cries at motorcades, she criesNow before you startI'm not making funPeople cry at theSongtexteStrangest thingsMine is the Venezuelan national anthemSo many deepest of feelingsSo much emotional pornPublic declarationsWindy words that fillThe sails of empty vesselsShe cries at motorcadesShe cries at motorcadesShe cries at motorcades, she criesWhat is it that gets her?Is it the strong arm of the state?Little flags and outridersShiny gloves that partThe sea of the little peopleOr is the getting from A to B?Behind tinted windowsCarry the weight of the worldBut it's the least we can doTo ease your passageLeave us in thisBlissful ignorance Aus Songtexte Mania