Fatima Mansions - Smiling Lyrics
The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn skyHis breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does strideTo knock upon some doorsThe boy who asked for moreAnd who hid his real fears so the people just saw...They saw him smilingThey only ever saw him smilingHe breathes the air of the barbers shopThe steam, smoke and cheap cologneHe says, old man, tell this razor bladeHow much you want to be left alone.Over the mirror to the leftA postcard girl with ***** breastsBrings us greetings from crete to this ugly mans street just by smilingLook, shes all smilingYeah, she pouts and acts hot with james bond on his yachtHis arching eyebrow, his martini seedWhile in her village in milan starving people stole cansAnd [bad] silver or the loser will bleedIn a few more years the cruel boy makes his wayUp to where the real power isUntil a bomb in his car blows him all over a wallAnd his comrades shake their fistsWe see the biggest killers of all who say they are appalledThey say, our rage is extreme, but you know what they meanUpstairs theyre smilingStill scared and smiling
