1.Banana Republic
Lyricist：Pete Briquette, Bob Geldof
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, sounds like cryin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests
And I wonder do you wonder while you're sleeping with your
whore？
Sharing beds with history is like a-licking runnin' sores
Forty shades of green yeah, sixty shades of red
Heroes going cheap these days, price a bullet in the head
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests
Take your hand and lead you up a garden path
Let me stand aside here and watch you pass
Strikin' up a soldier's song, I know that tune
It begs too many questions and answers too
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests
The purple and the pinstripe they mutely shake their heads
A silence shriekin' volumes violence worse than they condemn
Stab you in the back yeah laughin' in your face
Glad to see the place again, it's a pity nothing's changed
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like cryin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
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