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soviet threat - the ex (punk band) lyrics

“it’s a lovely morning again” the man said
looking through the hole in his newspaper
situated by the window he kept a steady eye
on the falling rain
or so it seems
then he sat back, relaxed
“wonderful” he resumed, “wonderful weather indeed
to keep them off the streets, i mean
makes it easier for me to check up the few who won’t”
he paused
as if he expected to get reactions of any kind
but there were none
and is for me, i just wondered whom he was talking to
and check up what? and check up who?
he had me confused and i didn’t know what to think
except that he gave me a reason to order another drink

[chorus]
tell me do you wanna face the enemy
is it cia or kgb?
for what goes on behind your back
can’t you see this simple surprise attack?
this invasion by secret agents
infiltrating into our nation
but you don’t turn around you turn your back
eyes fixed on a soviet threat

“whiskey or vodka?” he asked when i passed
on the way back to my table
“pardon?”
“is it whiskey or vodka you’ve got there” he asked again
“who cares” i said “it’s only a drink.”
“but no, it’s not!” he cried out loud
then he lowered his voice
“it’s not, you know . i mean, i just happen, to know
by virtue of my profession one might say
that consuming vodka can be seen
as a support to communist ideals
one is what one drinks, i tell you
so no offence meant, but
we’d better stick to good old american whiskey!”
and with a “cheers!” he raised a glass and finished it
then he wiped near his mouth, try to get it clean
and he was exactly what i thought he was. drunk, i mean

“it’s not like on tv” he said, “it’s worse
you can’t tell them from common people nowadays
but it’s obvious the soviets spy on us.”
“i agree.” i said
“and what do you think the yanks are doing?
for what do you think they are? tourists? businessmen?”
“hey, but they’re on our side” he interrupted
“they are friends!”
“sure.” i replied, “that’s what they all say, isn’t it?
you know, everybody’s in showbiz, everybody’s a spy.”
there was silence
lost for words, as truth is stranger than whiskey
he turned away and reached for his drink
well, i’d just had enough, so i took my coat
and sneaked out back into the rain
making him waste his time again
as this is the way the world ends
not with a bang or a whimper
but a stab in the back by so*called friends

- the ex punk band lyrics

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