He's shining brightly, he can't be a man / He is the genius of the Carpathians
He's running checks on his mother's womb / He's gonna be reborn real soon
Goodbye!
Oh golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended with a "w"
Goodbye!
Your sweet heart / Sing the leader / Open my eyes / It's no secret
You'll feel better if you cry / Wait waitin' for the blue bird
that sometimes come / so lay your head down / and grow up
Your sweet heart
Goodbye!
Meanwhile, in London things stay the same / The untenable must be maintained
Who's that knocking down my back door?
It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore
Goodbye!
Fatima Mansions - Blues For Ceaucescu [only Solution Mix] Lyrics
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He's shining brightly, he can't be a man / He is the genius of the Carpathians
He's running checks on his mother's womb / He's gonna be reborn real soon
Goodbye!
Oh golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended with a "w"
Goodbye!
Your sweet heart / Sing the leader / Open my eyes / It's no secret
You'll feel better if you cry / Wait waitin' for the blue bird
that sometimes come / so lay your head down / and grow up
Your sweet heart
Goodbye!
Meanwhile, in London things stay the same / The untenable must be maintained
Who's that knocking down my back door?
It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore
Goodbye!
He's running checks on his mother's womb / He's gonna be reborn real soon
Goodbye!
Oh golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended with a "w"
Goodbye!
Your sweet heart / Sing the leader / Open my eyes / It's no secret
You'll feel better if you cry / Wait waitin' for the blue bird
that sometimes come / so lay your head down / and grow up
Your sweet heart
Goodbye!
Meanwhile, in London things stay the same / The untenable must be maintained
Who's that knocking down my back door?
It's the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore
Goodbye!