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orchestre rouge - red orange blue كلمات الأغنية

sometime reverend, sometime m.p
bob jones university supplied his doctoral degree
“i am paisely”, he announces, over his plate
“i have hated god’s enemies with a perfect hate.”

“joder!” cries mariano, tickled thick blue :
“we shot another red, who was probably a jew.”
“it was a poem!” he screams, to the comradely court :
“in front of the cortes, with out police in support.”

“huh,” says dole. he swеats and looks away
he turns, he squirms, he doеsn’t know what to say
“yeath,” says the senator, veteran of world war two
he chuckles, yellow laughter, he doesn’t know what to do…

the axis meet for lunch / a pretty, colorful bunch
mariano runs around in blue / and ian likes an orange hue
and senator dole’s just red in the face…
senator dole’s just red in the face / he doesn’t know, what to do…

paisley’s seedy eyes, in a face of strip_mined salt
shine with righteous pride, for the u.d.a.’s last assault
“death to the forces of popery _ the scarlet wh0re of babylon;
god bless our truncheons. f_ck the devil! and right the wrong.”

ten pound iron cross, nailed to mariano’s chest
his eyes are brown but his heart is blue like his t__th and all the rest
he plants blue lips on paisley’s orange in a passionate lunge of love
senator dole sweats on, mumbles something about doves
catholic and protestant break embrace, look to the senator and his nation
soggy brown eyes and dire logic, begging for reciprocation
“touch us, touch it, bobby! a measure of your source!
unite with us; we’ll fly;
we’ve seen what you’ve got for force…

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