Frangipani - Midnight Train To The Fsr Of Georgia lyrics

INTRODUCTION L.A. proved too much for the man. He couldn So he CHORUS He He said he And I Said I rather live in his world, than live without him in mine. VERSE ONE I Like lining up for potatoes and having Chechens shoot my wife. I miss her barren plains and her iron fisted rulers, The drudgery of a day that So I got the midnight train, it cost me 20 Lari. Sat with a guy that looked like Felipe Scolari, Betumi, Sekumi, Tblisi and Katazi, k**ing the boredom with some chronic and some Yahtzee. As we close on my home town one thought stuck in my mind, In this lawless autonomous region who would be left of my kind? Four wives and 17 kids were what I left behind, So I But at least one sturdy b**h to keep me satisfied, In Ajaria a grain-fed piece of behind, With a strong work ethic is really hard to find. CHORUS He He said he And I Said I rather live in his world, than live without him in mine. VERSE TWO It's the S to the H to the E V A To the R to the D to the N A D Z E Shevardnadze! Don An iron fisted ruler told the kids not to play like. Abashidze had something to say. f** you Shevardnadze I Kinkladze! He A lethal left foot the best Georgian to play since Derrick Coleman! He went to Georgia Tech, He had to forge a cheque, he had a really long neck, So give the man... Some RESPECT! CHORUS He He said he And I Said I rather live in his world, than live without him in mine. VERSE THREE In a list of famous Georgians it would certainly be odd To leave out the 2003 World Cup rugby squad. Slow midfield running with defence resolute, That kept out a late burst from Christo Bazadenhuit. With last try odds of 87:1 You could have let the man score and let us have some fun. Why didn Just let the man score and make the TAB pay. Useless at rugby and ugly for certain, Should have stayed behind the mother f**ing iron curtain. KIKI SOLO VERSE FOUR My ponderings of Georgians aside, I need to get back to the task at hand. Where are my wives? How many Chechens are in my bed? What has become of my barren icy wasteland? As I look out the window and see the enormously ambitious Baku Tblisi Ceyhan oil pipeline, Pumping oil inexorably to Damascus, Like this train carries me to the bosom of my sturdy wives. Cheryl, Marie, Susan and Trebascus My train goes past Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgistan, Kazakhstan, Karakalpakstan, Tajikstan, Afghanastan, and Pakistan, Not forgetting the wealthy Persian province of Kuzestan, Where I used to go bear baiting with my dad and Uncle Stan, On our relaxing family holidays working in the old gulag, Rolling with my comrades brothers wearing our red do rags. I used to think I missed the soviet block quite a lot, It makes you feel alive the constant fear of being shot. I hate this f**ing country why am I on this track? All we get is oppression and the man on our back! I wish I was a Kurd or perhaps a Qatari, Instead I CHORUS He He said he And I Said I rather live in his world, than live without him in mine.