Bell X1 - Motorcades lyrics
[Bell X1 - Motorcades lyrics]
You say I get a little nasty
You say I'm just showing off
In front of the visitors
You say I'm going for cheap, cheap laughs
He's my offstage prompter
It's true, he helps me connect
With my big Napoleon
I don't know what that's about
What's that about?
We will receive you in the good room
That still smells of Pledge
Pictures of our smiling faces
Stations of the cross of teeth and puberty
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
Now before you start i'm not making fun
People cry at the strangest things
Mine is the Venezuelan national anthem
So many deepest of feelings
So much emotional porn public declarations
Windy words that fill the
Sails of empty vessels
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
Oh, what is it that gets her?
Is it the strong arm of the state?
Little flags and outriders
Shiny gloves that part the
Sea of little people
Or is the getting from A to B?
Behind tinted windows
Carry the weight of the world
But, it's the least we can do
To ease your passage leave us in this
Blissful ignorance
You say I'm just showing off
In front of the visitors
You say I'm going for cheap, cheap laughs
He's my offstage prompter
It's true, he helps me connect
With my big Napoleon
I don't know what that's about
What's that about?
We will receive you in the good room
That still smells of Pledge
Pictures of our smiling faces
Stations of the cross of teeth and puberty
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
Now before you start i'm not making fun
People cry at the strangest things
Mine is the Venezuelan national anthem
So many deepest of feelings
So much emotional porn public declarations
Windy words that fill the
Sails of empty vessels
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries
Oh, what is it that gets her?
Is it the strong arm of the state?
Little flags and outriders
Shiny gloves that part the
Sea of little people
Or is the getting from A to B?
Behind tinted windows
Carry the weight of the world
But, it's the least we can do
To ease your passage leave us in this
Blissful ignorance