TAKO LAKO lyrics : "Regards from Serbia"
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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