Song | Bourgeoisie Blues |
Artist | Alabama 3 |
Album | Exile On Coldharbour Lane |
Comrades. People of the world. We ain't got nothing to lose but the goddamn bourgeoisie blues. Mr I.V. Lenin, the Lenin of Love, gonna make us feel so fine | |
with a hit of Socialism in the mainline. | |
Bourgeois parliamentarianism? | |
No way. | |
The highest state of society? | |
Third World debt? | |
First World exploitation? | |
Damn. | |
What a society we're living in. | |
You're right, I.V. | |
Selling Third World drugs at First World prices! | |
They say Lenin was wrong. | |
Who says? | |
That's right. | |
It's enough to give me the ****ing blues! | |
I know you're searchin’ for some new sensation, | |
'Cos I saw you with the Sugarman. | |
You took a taste of that sweet salvation, | |
Now you're eating out the palm of his hand. | |
You hear some line from a song that reminds you, | |
Of the time when you were seventeen. | |
The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, | |
'Cos now money is your melody. | |
Looks like. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She's eating away at your dreams. | |
You're so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You've been wasting away for years. | |
Yeah, you been tempted brother. | |
You been tempted sister, too. | |
Hear you were hustling with some heavy connections, | |
Hooked up on those dollars and dimes. | |
You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill, | |
Any mother****er messing with your goldmine. | |
But now you, you walk the line trying to buy yourself time, | |
With some honey-backed guarantee. | |
But the bees they are buzzing, and the flies they are humming, | |
Round the holes in your hypocrisy. | |
Looks like. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She's eating away at your dreams. | |
You're so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You've been wasting away for years. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She's eating away at your dreams. | |
You're so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You've been wasting away for years | |
Waste away now. | |
What do we want? | |
Bolshevik provisional government. | |
And what kind of power? | |
Soviet power. | |
It’s enough to give me the ****ing blues! | |
Socialism straight in the mainline. | |
Socialism straight in the mainline. | |
See you wastin’ away now. | |
[Repeat to fade] |
Comrades. People of the world. We ain' t got nothing to lose but the goddamn bourgeoisie blues. Mr I. V. Lenin, the Lenin of Love, gonna make us feel so fine | |
with a hit of Socialism in the mainline. | |
Bourgeois parliamentarianism? | |
No way. | |
The highest state of society? | |
Third World debt? | |
First World exploitation? | |
Damn. | |
What a society we' re living in. | |
You' re right, I. V. | |
Selling Third World drugs at First World prices! | |
They say Lenin was wrong. | |
Who says? | |
That' s right. | |
It' s enough to give me the ing blues! | |
I know you' re searchin' for some new sensation, | |
' Cos I saw you with the Sugarman. | |
You took a taste of that sweet salvation, | |
Now you' re eating out the palm of his hand. | |
You hear some line from a song that reminds you, | |
Of the time when you were seventeen. | |
The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, | |
' Cos now money is your melody. | |
Looks like. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She' s eating away at your dreams. | |
You' re so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You' ve been wasting away for years. | |
Yeah, you been tempted brother. | |
You been tempted sister, too. | |
Hear you were hustling with some heavy connections, | |
Hooked up on those dollars and dimes. | |
You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill, | |
Any mother er messing with your goldmine. | |
But now you, you walk the line trying to buy yourself time, | |
With some honeybacked guarantee. | |
But the bees they are buzzing, and the flies they are humming, | |
Round the holes in your hypocrisy. | |
Looks like. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She' s eating away at your dreams. | |
You' re so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You' ve been wasting away for years. | |
Temptation got a hold on you. | |
She' s eating away at your dreams. | |
You' re so hungry for that smell of money. | |
You' ve been wasting away for years | |
Waste away now. | |
What do we want? | |
Bolshevik provisional government. | |
And what kind of power? | |
Soviet power. | |
It' s enough to give me the ing blues! | |
Socialism straight in the mainline. | |
Socialism straight in the mainline. | |
See you wastin' away now. | |
Repeat to fade |