They were the lazy, hazy, crazy days
We were racking up bills that someone else paid
We were nuts, sluts, buttboys, fuck slaves
A general malaise infected all of our days
From Krakow to Vilnius, Riga, Belarus
A Russian pop star, a Prussian officer
Royal Lanciers, pigeon fanciers
Pants men, croupiers, walking cancers

Chaos and Dance

There were discos in Berlin where they wouldn't let us in
Until the balls were slapping against our chins
We were flirts, brownshirts, experts
Frankfurt was our undoing
Regrets...we had a few of them
Learning the geography, the fascist iconography
An obscene dream, social pornography
A Hapsburg duchess, walking in dinner dress
Soldiers, cultures, blowjobs, vultures

Chaos and Dance

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