Banana republic, Septic Isle Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests And I wonder do you wonder, While you're sleeping with your whore Sharing beds with history, Is like a-licking running sores Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head Banana republic, Septic Isle Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune It begs too many questions, And answers too Banana republic, Septic Isle Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests The purple and the pinstripe, They mutely shake their heads A silence shriekin' volumes, Violence worse than they condemn Stab ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed Banana republic, Septic Isle Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests