John Cale - Villa Albani lyrics
[John Cale - Villa Albani lyrics]
Sweet deal is going down in the Villa Albani
The deal's being discussed
Behind closed doors
The ink isn't dried on the paper
The conference is better begun
Handshakes have been rung at the Villa Albani
And the tom goes tom and the tom goes tomtom
And the gun goes gun and the gun goes gungun
And the bomb goes bomb and
The bomb goes bombbomb
Winter's closing in around the Villa Albani
Sitting round the fire, getting cold feet
With holy men coming for breakfast
Blood is on the streets
Rumours all over town about the Villa Albani
And the tom goes tom
Limousines coming and going
Helicopters are taking off
Nobody's answering the phone
Nobody's picking up the mail
Nobody's getting the door bell
This is a house of failure
Sweet deal is breaking down
In the Villa Albani
Happy in the darkest day
Happy in the coldest night
When people look out the window to see
What did they see at the Villa Albani
Rolling up the shutters they're
Carrying out the files
To the fire in the backyard
They're burning all the books
They're asking questions in town
And then they are going home for good
They are going home to care
For their limousines and tanks
The deal's being discussed
Behind closed doors
The ink isn't dried on the paper
The conference is better begun
Handshakes have been rung at the Villa Albani
And the tom goes tom and the tom goes tomtom
And the gun goes gun and the gun goes gungun
And the bomb goes bomb and
The bomb goes bombbomb
Winter's closing in around the Villa Albani
Sitting round the fire, getting cold feet
With holy men coming for breakfast
Blood is on the streets
Rumours all over town about the Villa Albani
And the tom goes tom
Limousines coming and going
Helicopters are taking off
Nobody's answering the phone
Nobody's picking up the mail
Nobody's getting the door bell
This is a house of failure
Sweet deal is breaking down
In the Villa Albani
Happy in the darkest day
Happy in the coldest night
When people look out the window to see
What did they see at the Villa Albani
Rolling up the shutters they're
Carrying out the files
To the fire in the backyard
They're burning all the books
They're asking questions in town
And then they are going home for good
They are going home to care
For their limousines and tanks