Radio Ethiopia

Oh, I'll send you a telegram
 Oh, I have some information for you
 Oh, I'll send you a telegram
 Send it deep in the heart of you
 Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
 Oh, deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
 Oh, deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
 Oh, honey, you're a million match
 Deep in the heart of
 Deep in the heart of
 A little lever can send it out
 A bit of famine marks the stress
 Oh, I learned the people of the hills
 Oh, people of Ethiopia
 Your whole being is the air that you breathe
 Oh, no one's gonna push us around
 Here's the perfect thing for you, sister
 Clean, clean it out
 It might squeeze yourself at ease
 These animals fix social diseases
 You must release yourself from God
 Pickin' in the field where there are tigers
 You must, oh, reaper, reap from the rats
 You must turn around
 Turn around
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 When I see Brancusi
 His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
 In the rude hands of sculptor
 Now gripped around the neck of
 Rude hands of sculptor
 Now gripped around the neck of a Dou-Sonic
 I swear on your eyes, no pretty words will sway me
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 Ah, look at me
 Ah, look at the world around you
 Jesus, I hate to laugh, but I can not believe
 Yeah, so much everything merges then touch it
 With a little soul, anything is possible
 With a little soul, anything is possible
 Ah, I never knew how can it be
 That I feel so fucked up
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 I am in no condition to do what I must do
 I am in no, no, no, no condition to do what I must do
 The first dog on the street can tell you that
 As for you, you do as you must
 But as for me, I trust
 Oh, that you will book me on the first freighter
 Passage on the first freighter
 So I can get the hell out of here
 And go back home back to Abyssinia