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school
They pay to put you in the classes
It's your chance to reach the masses


CHORUS
This ain't no trip to a foreign land
This ain't no trip
Liars of all
You are flying
You are flying
You are flying
By sailing

You gotta kick the can or I'm sailing some foreign land
You are sailing
I was just bony hands as cold as a winder pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in
side by side.
 
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free
 
There's some
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
See
presence
She stopped for a while
To see the world spinning by
Through the eyes of a child

Angelina [Foreign content]

I cross her way and inquired her name
the natives
In their Hollywood places
Making up for all the time gone by

Los Angelenos
All come from somewhere
'cause it's all so easy
To become acquainted
shot him
Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay,
Another typical day in the streets of L. A. 

Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene,
I'd like to be in biscuit city
With my banjo in my hand
I don't need no long vacation
In some foreign land
Cause the sound of my own breathing
Has
so much to loose
The end is coming, beginning is here
Anything you look for, you’ll find it here
I can love in a foreign place
I could stay forever
a moment of silence I'm needing 

So let's not talk about murder while I'm eating 

You get all hot and bothered 
At the strangest times and places
girls lay side by side. 

Murders in the Rue Morgue 
Someone call the Gendarmes 
Murders in the Rue Morgue 
Run before the killers go free
by side

Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free

There's some people coming down
shot him
Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay,
Another typical day in the streets of L. A. 

Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene,
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
Floating down
Through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And in the corner of some foreign
meant by that
I hear the murder rate is on the rise

I'm in love, but I do not speak the language
I'm in love, but I don't understand
I'm in love, and I
Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries 

Rolex watches and bracelets 

Diamonds on your ears and fingers and taking trips to foreign places
A city of bright lights under a foreign sky 
A full moon shining, a cool breeze blowing by 
A fine one beside me, this is what I dream of 
I've
innin', just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch
Matter Where you Go, Where You've Been
Beautiful Foreign Lands you Been In
Gun Play Rains, Summer And Shine
Stay Inside you Will Be Fine
Ill Show You
the family and students are
Confused, in awe
They gape into each others arms
It's murder!
New absence from a mothers arm
Even the warmth from the mother's
and students are
Confused, in awe
They gape into each others arms
IT?S MURDER!
New absence from a mothers arm
Even the warmth from the mother?s arms
Couldn?t
in a foreign land
And there's a mirror I'm looking through
Lost in the place where I was born
Without a hand to hold on to

Hold on, hold on
Hold
needless no need to understand in
A foreign land with gun in hand killing is respected a way of showing
Faith in a country's need to exercise death