Cowdray's Old Mexican Eagle Songtext
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Cowdray's Old Mexican Eagle Songtext
Pack your pockets with dollar bills
Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray′s Old Mexican Eagle
Stuff your nose with cheap cocaine
'Cause dealing with the Russians needs your strong pumping vein
They take the high roads, they wanna fuck Ukraine
But I′m here for the business, not someone else's pain
On the radio I heard them say
That it's getting pretty hairy on
The highways out of Donetsk these days
Blasting through the blood and decay
I′m running on fossils and bones of the not so recently claimed
Putin and Merkel are fighting, whose bricks to lay
But I′m just praising my luck that the roads here are still paved
Oh, Europa your bloody rage when will it fade?
Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
Oh, Europa your bloody rage, yeah it′s me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Out of the cold frozen hell rose a tall
Dark stranger from the Royal Dutch Shell
He laughed and he coughed and said, boy sure enough
Hitler also said nothing runs the engine of
A beetle better than Cowdray's Old M. Eagle
Filled to the top the burning ruins soon reared out in the dark
He said, hey friend are you up for a job?
Well despite our mutual hate here
I am talking with this guy from the Islamic State
He′s yapping about hell 'n the state of my wicket ways
That I should pay, convert and repent
N′ see how a fall from a building would eventually end
I nodded and said
Hey do you want your oil moved or turned into a sea of flames?
Like two high school sweethearts, now we're riding into the sunset
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage when will it fade?
Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
Oh, Mesopotamia your rage, yeah it′s me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Wash your face in dollar bills
Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray′s old Mexican Eagle
In the dust of Bush and J.P
Morgan Chase are now some juicy bones for all us scavengers to pick
From the Urals in the North to the Baghdad cafes
All the vultures flock around an all mighty feast
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage will never fade
'Cause your money is as sweet as cool breeze on a hot summer′s day
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage, yeah it's great
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray′s Old Mexican Eagle
Stuff your nose with cheap cocaine
'Cause dealing with the Russians needs your strong pumping vein
They take the high roads, they wanna fuck Ukraine
But I′m here for the business, not someone else's pain
On the radio I heard them say
That it's getting pretty hairy on
The highways out of Donetsk these days
Blasting through the blood and decay
I′m running on fossils and bones of the not so recently claimed
Putin and Merkel are fighting, whose bricks to lay
But I′m just praising my luck that the roads here are still paved
Oh, Europa your bloody rage when will it fade?
Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
Oh, Europa your bloody rage, yeah it′s me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Out of the cold frozen hell rose a tall
Dark stranger from the Royal Dutch Shell
He laughed and he coughed and said, boy sure enough
Hitler also said nothing runs the engine of
A beetle better than Cowdray's Old M. Eagle
Filled to the top the burning ruins soon reared out in the dark
He said, hey friend are you up for a job?
Well despite our mutual hate here
I am talking with this guy from the Islamic State
He′s yapping about hell 'n the state of my wicket ways
That I should pay, convert and repent
N′ see how a fall from a building would eventually end
I nodded and said
Hey do you want your oil moved or turned into a sea of flames?
Like two high school sweethearts, now we're riding into the sunset
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage when will it fade?
Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
Oh, Mesopotamia your rage, yeah it′s me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Wash your face in dollar bills
Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray′s old Mexican Eagle
In the dust of Bush and J.P
Morgan Chase are now some juicy bones for all us scavengers to pick
From the Urals in the North to the Baghdad cafes
All the vultures flock around an all mighty feast
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage will never fade
'Cause your money is as sweet as cool breeze on a hot summer′s day
Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage, yeah it's great
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Writer(s): Mads Wilhjelm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
