The Boomtown Rats Follow

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'

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

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, sounds like cryin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see