Written by Elliott Murphy & Olivier Durand
w****s on every corner
Mostly smuggled from the east
Locked in trunks of Mercedes
With some stale cookies to eat
Or walking miles from Africa
Following Hannibals elephant prints
Prisoners of Philosophy
Paying very high rents
Freezing in the summer
Sweating out the frost
The world turned upside down
Profit at any cost
It was an open city
Open all night
It was an open city
Closed up tight
I could not find a toy store
Nor anything made of wood
Checkout time was early
But I would stay in bed if I could
I was listening to the radio
To a liberal talk show host
He stopped once to catch his breath
And they handed him his coat
We give no slack to anyone
No reason or excuse
We keep your b**** in a vice
Land your head in a noose
(CHORUS)
Where's the elegance gone to
Salad days of my youth
These symbols are overwhelming
I'm growing so long in the tooth
I see oval shaped aristocrats
Puff their chest like Donald Duck
I want a dial telephone
A gypsy woman for good luck
Or is it just another bad dream
But as far as I'm concerned
Just get me out of this movie
Until the king is overturned
(CHORUS)
w****s on every corner
Mostly smuggled from the east
Locked in trunks of Mercedes
With some stale cookies to eat
Or walking miles from Africa
Following Hannibals elephant prints
Prisoners of Philosophy
Paying very high rents
Freezing in the summer
Sweating out the frost
The world turned upside down
Profit at any cost
It was an open city
Open all night
It was an open city
Closed up tight
I could not find a toy store
Nor anything made of wood
Checkout time was early
But I would stay in bed if I could
I was listening to the radio
To a liberal talk show host
He stopped once to catch his breath
And they handed him his coat
We give no slack to anyone
No reason or excuse
We keep your b**** in a vice
Land your head in a noose
(CHORUS)
Where's the elegance gone to
Salad days of my youth
These symbols are overwhelming
I'm growing so long in the tooth
I see oval shaped aristocrats
Puff their chest like Donald Duck
I want a dial telephone
A gypsy woman for good luck
Or is it just another bad dream
But as far as I'm concerned
Just get me out of this movie
Until the king is overturned
(CHORUS)