Paroles de Arms Of Cicero

Free from the itch of her sexual desire I believed in the things that happened to me So she mastered the art of treating decay To the babbling madmen with nothing to say So I'm lower-class tooth and she's iron fisted I'm gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero Give us your guns and we'll give you nirvana Walk away Barbers and scullions and charioteers Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo Who lives in the arms of this Cicero She's bully with his eyes and a lover's secret I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua So give us your guns and we'll give you nirvana Walk away I'm king of the cafe cone Chabanas is a sphynx who sells poison and guns Not for holy reasons Give us yoru guns and we'll give you nirvana Walk away