Motorcades Lyrics - Chop Chop - Bell X1

You say I get a little nasty 

You say I'm just showing off 

In front of the visitors 

You say I'm going 

For cheap, cheap laughs 

He's my offstage prompter 

It's true he helps me connect 

With my big Napoleon 

I don't know that that's about, 

What's that about? 

We will receive you 

In the good room 

That still smells of Pledge 

Pictures of our smiling faces 

Stations of the cross 

Of teeth and puberty 

She cries at motorcades 

She cries at motorcades 

She cries at motorcades, she cries 

Now before you start 

I'm not making fun 

People cry at the 

Strangest things 

Mine is the Venezuelan national anthem 

So many deepest of feelings 

So much emotional porn 

Public declarations 

Windy words that fill 

The sails of empty vessels 

She cries at motorcades 

She cries at motorcades 

She cries at motorcades, she cries 

What is it that gets her? 

Is it the strong arm of the state? 

Little flags and outriders 

Shiny gloves that part 

The sea of the little people 

Or is the getting from A to B? 

Behind tinted windows 

Carry the weight of the world 

But it's the least we can do 

To ease your passage 

Leave us in this 

Blissful ignorance