Iroquois

Iroquois

G.b.h
(album: Midnight, Madness & Beyond)

Well we´re all packed up and we´re Iroquois bound,
tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.
We got a million problems, we´re on our way,
44th, New York, U.S.A.

That big crazy city don´t blink an eye,
anytime we pass by.
It just keeps strechting up so high,
like a rocket, shooting, to the sky.
Iroquois ! Iroquois !

Special Branch got their feelers out,
our names and addresses ´cos we´re in doubt.
Down the corridor, keep in lane,
find the worst seats on the plane.

Find a tacky statue three inches high,
dirty rain falls from a dirty sky.
On the corner of the street there´s a big black fella´ ..
trying to sell me an umberalla.

Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an´ a beer,
there´s gotta be a pizza delivery near.
Call the barf patrol, there´s a stain on the floor,
a weeks P.D´s for the bathroom floor.