Banana Republic - septic isle Screaming in the suffering sea It sounds like crying. Everywhere I go - everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms Police and priests. And I wonder do you wonder When you're sleeping with your whore. That sharing beds with history Is like a lickin running sores. Forty shades of green yeah Sixty shades of red Heroes going cheap these days Price: A bullet in the head. Banana Republic - septic isle Suffer in the screaming sea . . . It sounds like crying. . . . Take your hand and lead you Up a garden path. Let me stand aside here And watch you pass. Striking up a soldier's song Another tune It begs too many questions And answer too. Banana Republic - septic isle Suffer in the screaming sea It sounds like crying . . . The purple and the pinstripe Mutely shake their heads. A silence shrieking volumes A vio\ence worse than they condemn. Stab you in the back yeah Laughing in your face Glad to see the place again - It's a pity nothing's changed. Banana Republic - septic isle Suffer in the screaming sea It sounds like crying . . . Banana Republic - septic isle Suffer in the screaming sea It sounds like crying . . .