Banana republic, Septic Isle
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry
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 running sores
Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red
Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path
Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass
Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune
It begs too many questions, And answers too
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
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 ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests