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TAKO LAKO lyrics : "Regards from Serbia"

In a town known only
as Soldier's Paradise
lived a man and his wife

From his couch he sharpens and looks me in the eyes
"Sing your song and $#&@ off!"
This was back when sirens and bombs would get him gold

And my life was denied
To the point where all of my dreams were shot on sight


Back when all on Tata's mind
was his ribbons and silver teeth
While I was left with no smile

No, mama let me go, let me be
The real life Greek tragedy


They tell me apples don't fall far from the tree
Well then why did I fall
To a stinking pile of brown oranges filled with seeds

Made me stink while he sang
"You're catastrophe, ugly-face mystery
What's your passion in life?"

I can't calm, can't carry on, stuck in misery

Tell me why was Tata so proud of his red and blue leather jeans

Not of my abilities
No, mama let me go, let me be
The real life Greek tragedy


Know that your pity is my sweet ecstasy fills my heart with a cause
like King Kong, a crazy fun Sex Mex Balkatron

Who loves getting it on
They say that plumbers find love but wear no ties
Well then why do I have

No one to cuddle and give me a kiss goodnight

Tell me why was Tata obsessed

with the freedom man on TV
Instead of cheering for me
No, baby come with me, can't you see

The real life Greek tragedy

Why did he fight and bleed in the wild

While I was left in the dark
No, mama, are you here do you fear
The real life Greek tragedy


Serbs need their love
Tata says my fist

should do the talking tonight
Kiss me baby, hear my call,
please join in the fight

Tata says my fist should do the talking tonight

'Till I gain all your sympathy

'Till I gain all your sympathy
'Till I gain all your sympathy

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