The Deportees Club

The demo of "deportee" has essentially the same lyrics as this earlier version of the song

In the arrivederci roma nightclub, bar and grill

Standing in the fibreglass ruins watching time stand still

All your troubles you confess

To another faceless backless dress

Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo

Pernod vodka sambuca i love you so

Deportee



Tatty beauty talking in riddles

Rome burns down everybody's on the fiddle

Two thousand dollars for wife and some class

A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass

How i wish that she was mine

I could have been a king in six eight time

Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo

Pernod vodka sambuca i love you so

Deportee



It's a brittle charm but she's had enough

Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff

You don't know where to start or where to stop

All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop



When i came here tonight my pockets were overflowing

They took my return ticket without me even knowing

I pray to the saints and all the martyrs

For the secret life of frank sinatra

But none of these things have come to pass

In america the law is a piece of ass

I'm a deportee








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