Deportee (Red Bus Demo)

In the arrivederci Roman nightclub bar and grill
Standing in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess to another faceless backless dress
Schnapps, Chianti, porter and ouzo, Pernod, vodka, sambuca
I love you so, deportee
There's a tattooed beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down, oh everybody fiddles, deportee

But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yankee wife, alas
There's a thousand years of history drowned in this chaser glass
And now I wish that she was mine, I could
Have been a king in six-eight time, deportee

Oh it's a brittle charm but she's had enough
Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuff
And you don't know where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop

When I came here tonight, my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
Well I prayed to the saints and all the
Martyrs for the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass, deportee

So it's schnapps, Chianti, porter and ouzo, Pernod, vodka, sambuca
I love you so, deportee
Deportee
Oh, deportee