Nice Country

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Lyric

Congratulations on your country 
you chose a lovely place to build it 
here on the edge of our city on the waves 
we have a golden bell that never rings 
an anchor never weighed 
and four rusty blades 

They say beyond the gates 
you've got a shithole of a place 
but I haven't asked the strawberry blonde from Romania 
reading pulp and drinking rockstar in her little pink ankle socks 
are probably bigger balls than I've got 
I can't believe how beautiful everybody is when we're young and taking a long shot 

the roaring chains call it a day 
by last light we'll be away 
as the deck fades from gray to international orange 

we'll leave a smudge on the horizon 
like the chicken in the stew 
steaming in the mess hall every night 
God the air out here is nice 
swallows flocking out of nowhere, with their tails in a V 
see you next week