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Natzionalizatzia, globalizatzia, kapitulyatzia
Your country raised you
Your country fed you
And just like any other country
It will break you
On front line send you
Tax the hell out of you
And just like any other country
It will lock you up you!
But unfortunately there'll be no judgement day
It would be kind of fun to see
What they would have to say
When the God they preached
Would actually be there
And all who didn't like The Stooges
Would go to fucking hell!
Bohemia, Laplandia
Your country raised you
Your country fed you
And just like any other country
It will break you
On front line send you
Tax the hell out of you
And just like any other country
It will lock you up you!
But even all the garbage
They pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us from living
Most magical of lifes
What are all these countries
And how did they appear?
Who cut up the cake?
Who brought up all this gear?
Did it have to do anything
With its people's will?
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, my dear
It's six in the morning
I'm down in New Orleans
Sister paintings on the wall
They will speak to me
And up later on we resume salutations
To the rest of local Tribal Connections
Natzionalizatzia, globalizatzia, kapitulyatzia
Now think of that, sweet baby girl
Your country fed you
And just like any other country
It will break you
On front line send you
Tax the hell out of you
And just like any other country
It will lock you up you!
It would be kind of fun to see
What they would have to say
When the God they preached
Would actually be there
And all who didn't like The Stooges
Would go to fucking hell!
Your country fed you
And just like any other country
It will break you
On front line send you
Tax the hell out of you
And just like any other country
It will lock you up you!
They pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us from living
Most magical of lifes
And how did they appear?
Who cut up the cake?
Who brought up all this gear?
Did it have to do anything
With its people's will?
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, my dear
I'm down in New Orleans
Sister paintings on the wall
They will speak to me
And up later on we resume salutations
To the rest of local Tribal Connections
Now think of that, sweet baby girl
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This song is a good example of multiculturalism in gypsy punk, with lots of quick counter-culture punk verses. Also in this song a reference to another song, "Tribal Connection" which is pretty popular.
"And just like any other country It will lock you up you!"
I think it's "And just like any other country It will fuck you up you!"
but anywho. I love this song, and the message is spot-on. All the governments are the same; power hungry bastards.