Joe the Georgian şarkı sözleri

Now I've got my payment For the service that I gave They've given me my ticket To this place beyond the grave I suppose it's kind of funny I suppose it's kind of sad Thinking back on all the times we had But it's kind of hot and smoky In this ante-room to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance We all set off together On this sorry ship of state When the captain took the fever We were hijacked by the mate And he steered us through the shadows Upon an angry tide And cast us one by one over the side But it's kind of hot and smoky In this ante-room to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance There's Kamenev, Zinoviev, Bukharin and the rest We're sharpening our pitchforks And we're heating up the ends We've got a few surprises For the mate when he appears I hope he likes the next few million years And it's kind of hot and smoky In this anteroom to Hell And I won't make up a story 'Cause you know the truth so well It's much too late to worry That we never had a chance And when Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance, dance dance When Joe the Georgian gets here We will dance