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He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says. Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon. He lurks behind a paper In the shadow of a mosque He can't count all the continents He's crossed. Trailing party-members leaving Footprints in the frost Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom. His cover was broken somewhere In Hoboken - the man said his Case was lost. He was sent to the Orient, a double agent double crossed. There's a cocaine stain on his moustache The pieces of his puzzle just don't join. People in high places want to stamp his Many faces on a trans-caucasian coin. He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or SongtexteLater they'll find his headless body in A ventilator. Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes. Neurosis seeps like cement through the cracks in his disguise. In a dark bordello he cracked a mirror with his cries Underneath the Casablanca Moon. Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind; The walls fell in & all mankind Was standing before him all raising their hands In a significant gesture which he didn't understand. His cover was broken somewhere In Hoboken - the man said his Case was lost. He was sent to the Orient, a double agent double crossed. He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says. Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon. He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or Later they'll find his headless body in A ventilator. Aus Songtexte Mania