Sweep slides on my stereo. Short wave ride my rodeo. Became from that of Savalon. But I'm flyin' to Istanbul. Oh, so why don't you meet me there?. . There is no nation of you, there is no nation of me.
I want to live alone. Because the greatest love. Is always ruined by the bickering. The argument of living. I want to live alone. I could be happy on my own.
I'm so free I could lacerate. Rip the robes right off of my chest. I'll fly high above the Moscowites' sky. I'm going to rip, rip, oh I'll never rest.
Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair. Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun. In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair.
I'll admit that I'm in need. Not the cocaine Not the weed. Just Look at me, look at me, look at me. You don't have to Hold my hand. You don't have to like my band.
A Little Guy From The Suburbs. . I'm just a little guy from the suburbs. Who learned to kill before the others. Romantic activist I'm a joker. I say Vive Le Quebec Libre.