The women all control their men
With razors and with wrists
And the princess squeezes grape juice
On a torrid bloody kiss
What will you be wearing there
The lion or the raven hair?
The flesh will all be tearing
But the tail will be my own
In the Colosseum tonight
This one's for the balcony
And this one's for the floor
As the senators decapitate
The presidential whore
The bald headed senators
Are splashing in the blood
The dogs are having someone
who is screaming in the mud
In the Colosseum tonight
Now it's raining and it's pouring
On the pillaging and goring
The constable is swinging
From the chains
For the dead there is no story
No memory no blame
Their families shout blue murder
But tomorrow it's the same
In the Colosseum
A slowly acting poison
Will be given to the favorite one
The dark horse will bring glory
To the jailer and his men
It's always much more sporting
When there's families in the pit
And the madness of the crowd
Is an epileptic fit
In the Colosseum...
No justice here, No liberty
No reason. No blame
There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
And greetings from the nation
As we shake the hands of time
They're taking their ovations
The vultures stay behind
In the Colosseum tonight...
With razors and with wrists
And the princess squeezes grape juice
On a torrid bloody kiss
What will you be wearing there
The lion or the raven hair?
The flesh will all be tearing
But the tail will be my own
In the Colosseum tonight
This one's for the balcony
And this one's for the floor
As the senators decapitate
The presidential whore
The bald headed senators
Are splashing in the blood
The dogs are having someone
who is screaming in the mud
In the Colosseum tonight
Now it's raining and it's pouring
On the pillaging and goring
The constable is swinging
From the chains
For the dead there is no story
No memory no blame
Their families shout blue murder
But tomorrow it's the same
In the Colosseum
A slowly acting poison
Will be given to the favorite one
The dark horse will bring glory
To the jailer and his men
It's always much more sporting
When there's families in the pit
And the madness of the crowd
Is an epileptic fit
In the Colosseum...
No justice here, No liberty
No reason. No blame
There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood
And greetings from the nation
As we shake the hands of time
They're taking their ovations
The vultures stay behind
In the Colosseum tonight...
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 10/9/2014 - 15:46
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Scritta da Tom Waits e Kathleen Brennan
Nell’album “Bone Machine”
Ovvero, panem et circenses.
“[…] I just kind of imagine this modern 'Caligula' that government has become, and that we're all kind of marooned in this place where information and ideas become very abstract, but yet the hyena is still tearing at the flesh.” (Tom Waits)
“Yeah, he's saying actions speak louder than words, and while politicians fight with words and try to change things with ideas, we are being shot, stabbed, beat up, carjacked and robbed. They won't raise the minimum wage, they won't reform low-income locations, it's like they're the spectators who say ‘let's kill the poor but make it look like they're killing each other’.” (Commento di Shep420 da Songmeanings)