Iggy Pop - Post Pop Depression: Live At The Royal Albert Hall

Paraguay - Live

I'm going where sore losers go
To hide my face and spend my dough
Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
And I won't stop to say goodbye

Paraguay
Paraguay

See, I just couldn't take no more
Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
Yeah, I just thought, "Hey, fuck it man
I'm gonna pack my soul and scram"

Paraguay
Paraguay

Out of the way I'll get away
Won't have to hear the things they say
Tamales and a bank account
Are all I need, so count me out

Paraguay
Paraguay

I'll have no fear
I'll know no fear
So far from here
I'll have no fear

Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la (tra-la-la-la)

What's up, motherfucker?

Wild animals they do (hey)
Never wonder why (hey)
Just do what they goddamn do

There's nothing awesome here, not a damn thing
There's nothing new
Just a bunch of people, scared
Everybody's fucking scared
Fear eats all the souls at once

I'm tired of it
And I dream about getting away, to a new life
Somewhere there's not so much fucking knowledge
I don't want any of this shitty information

I don't want you
No, not anymore
I've fucking had enough of you
Yeah, I'm talking to you

I'm gonna go to Paraguay
To live in a compound under the trees
With servants and bodyguards who love me
Free of criticism, free of manners and mores
I wanna be your basic clod who made good
And went away while he could
To somewhere where people are still human beings

Where they have spirit
You take your motherfucking laptop
And just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
And down your shit heel gizzard
You fucking phony two faced three timing piece of turd

And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
And I hope the security services read those words
And pick you up and flay you
For all your evil and poisonous intentions
Because I'm sick, and it's your fault
And I'm gonna go heal myself now

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Fucking hell
That was nothing personal
You have made me very fucking happy
Thank you

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Writer(s): Joshua Homme, James Osterberg
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