Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Berlin Conference, artist - The Burning Hell. Album song Baby, in the genre
Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Record label: Weewerk
Song language: English
The Berlin Conference |
Why have I called you here? |
I guess I’ve got a thing for meetings |
But please, take a chair, let’s get past the formal greetings |
It’s so cold outside, let’s ponder wandering the tropics |
And get to work tabling the topics that we’re here to discuss |
Disgust runs through my northern veins when I consider what we’re wasting |
think of the southern gains we could all be tasting |
speaking of taste, waiter, another gin and tonic |
Don’t look at me that way, Teutonic thirst is chronic and this is thirsty work. |
Let’s not be gentle, gentleman, this project’s continental |
Oh, don’t worry about that spill, friend, the tablecloths are rentals |
Pass me the map and the brandy, I’ve got a pen already |
Where’s the ruler? |
Where’s the compass? |
Ready, hold it steady… now, |
will you look at that! |
Some call us rivals, they say we’ve got interests not friends |
Well you say tomato, and I say dividends |
Divided we stand but united we’ll do business |
is this civilized or what? |
Can I get a witness, let’s sign this and light a |
cigar! |
Oh, far be it for me to presume or decide |
I just called the meeting I’m not taking sides |
Side of beef? |
Cider? |
More port or maybe champagne |
from the cellar, oh waiter we’ll need you again |
It’s best to be under the influence, oh |
When deciding our spheres of influence, no |
Scrambling’s for eggs not for colonization |
Sit settle down just relax and be patient |
Here is a piece of the pie for you, and here is a piece of the pie for you too |
And for you, no pie, after all you came late! |
Do you ask for a kiss on the very |
first date |
So lodge a complaint, it’s a hodgepodge a paint by numbers call it whatever you |
want |
But let’s focus on finding a final agreement, OK? |
I’m too drunk to think any |
more and I say |
50 is the magic number, wormless are the birds who slumber |
in three months we’ll do it let’s begin |