Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
Sounds like crying

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 of red
Heroes going cheap these days
Price, a bullet in the head

Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
Sounds like dying

Everywhere I go, yeah
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests

Take your hand and lead you
Up a garden path
Let me stand aside here
And watch you pass

Striking up a soldier's song
I know that tune
It begs too many questions
And answers too

Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
Sounds like dying

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 shrieking volumes
Violence worse than the condemn

Stab you in the back, yeah
Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again
It's a pity nothing's changed

Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
Sounds like dying

Everywhere I go, yea
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests