Wild animals they do
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
Just to do what they goddamn do
(Yeah)
I'm goin' where sore losers go
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye
Paraguay
Paraguay
See I just couldn't take no more
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
I just thought "well, fuck it man"
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram
Paraguay
Paraguay
Out of the way I'll get away
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and a bank account
Are all I need so count me out
Paraguay
Paraguay
I'll have no fear
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Wild animals they do
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
There's nothing awesome here
Not a damn thing
There's nothing new
Just a bunch of people, scared
Everybody's fuckin' scared
Fear eating all the souls at once
I'm tired of it
And I dreamed about gettin' away
To a new life
Where there's not so much fucking knowledge
I don't want any of this "information"
I don't want "you"
No, not anymore
I've had enough of "you"
Yeah I'm talking to "you"
I wanna go to Paraguay
Live in a compound under the trees
With servants and bodyguards who love me
Free of criticism
Free of manners and moores
I wanna be your basic clod
Who made good
And went away while he could
To somewhere where people are still human beings
Where they have spirit
You take mother-fucking laptop
Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
Down your shit-eating gizzard
You fuckin' phony two-faced, three-timing piece of turd
And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
And I hope the security services read those words
And pick you up and flay you
For all your evil and poisonous intentions
Cause I'm sick and it's your fault
And I'm gonna go heal myself now
(Yeah)
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
Just to do what they goddamn do
(Yeah)
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye
Paraguay
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
I just thought "well, fuck it man"
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram
Paraguay
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and a bank account
Are all I need so count me out
Paraguay
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la
Never wonder why
Just to do what they goddamn do
Not a damn thing
There's nothing new
Just a bunch of people, scared
Everybody's fuckin' scared
Fear eating all the souls at once
I'm tired of it
And I dreamed about gettin' away
To a new life
Where there's not so much fucking knowledge
I don't want any of this "information"
I don't want "you"
No, not anymore
I've had enough of "you"
Yeah I'm talking to "you"
I wanna go to Paraguay
Live in a compound under the trees
With servants and bodyguards who love me
Free of criticism
Free of manners and moores
I wanna be your basic clod
Who made good
And went away while he could
To somewhere where people are still human beings
Where they have spirit
You take mother-fucking laptop
Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
Down your shit-eating gizzard
You fuckin' phony two-faced, three-timing piece of turd
And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
And I hope the security services read those words
And pick you up and flay you
For all your evil and poisonous intentions
Cause I'm sick and it's your fault
And I'm gonna go heal myself now
(Yeah)
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Very surprised to see no one bothering to ruminate on the lyrics of this song Paraguay by Mr Osterberg? The narrative is part dictum and part lyrical manifesto. Sure, James puts on a mask just to become Iggy, so writing prose in the voice of someone other than Iggy Pop wouldn't be new, but knowing that the aging raging punk rocker is both over 70 and has retired to Florida, I think these word are his true sentiments......and as often has been the case, even tho I'm 20 years younger and will never have the means nor the desire to retire or be near Florida, I find myself agreeing with Iggy Pop. AS USUAL