And just like any other country, it will fuck you, up you
But even all the garbage that they pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us from living most magical of life's
Sweet baby girl, sweet baby girl
And all who didn't like The Stooges would go to fucking hell
To the rest of local Tribal Connections
Unfortunately there'll be no judgment day
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know my dear
On front line send you, tax the hell out you
And up later on we resume salutations
It's six in the morning, I'm down in New Orleans
On front line send you, tax the hell out you
Did it have to do anything with its people's will?
When the God they preached would actually be there
And who cut up the cake and who brought up all this gear?
And just like any other country, it will lock you, up you
Sister paintings on your wall they will speak to me
Your country raised you, your country fed you
Now think about that sweet baby girl
What are all these countries and how did they appear?
And just like any other country it will break you
It would be kind of fun to see what they would have to say
