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| Brian Eno Wrong Way Up In The Backroom When seoritas walk at night, Habaeros on the move, It's music to their ears in the backroom. If there's money to be made, And it's a hundred in the shade and in the backroom, She's sentimental like the last Of the foreigners running past her to the backroom. And if things aren't sweet in mecca She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum. They're taking pains with california, And they're guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon. And apart from what was offered There were mothers buying orphans at the auction Youre much better off in twos If you're coming to see the carnage in the backroom. Doubled over on the table I was concentrating harder in the backroom. Weaving in and out of consciousness Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom. It took longer than expected: They had difficulty swallowing capsules. We had a keener nose for trouble Than the sniffer-dogs at heathrow - You'd be trousers down in no time in the backroom. Almost nothing in the papers... Told me it happened when they emptied out the backroom. |
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