Exorcised By A Kiss

Another day on the tiny island where the bombs refuse to blow in churches...

I'm going by boat to a beautiful place.

Where the sea is so full of yachts and boats that the smell of petrol wins the fight

against the smell of the sea.

On another coast I see a diver drowning a helicopter flies him to his new home

no rain is falling to kill the tropic heat, but today it could have saved some lives.

Back in the night I see a jealous husband shoot his young wife three times in her head

drowning, hanging in her own blood, her mother will cry for a weeek or too.

Tourists all over the place like a million ants in my bedroom

nice apartment-blocks will give them the room to roam

while all houses of character get ripped down

for the aunts of the ants.

I can't stand it - a dozen vodkas later in my club

I hit a guy, go wrong and mad a bouncer knocks me from the back

my lips spit a bit of blood, I decide to take a cab back

On the way I se another local using his knife...

Another day on the tiny island where the bombs refuse to blow in churches...