Gnome Sweet Gnomes Songtext
von Eric Stewart
Gnome Sweet Gnomes Songtext
On the top we′re white as snow, but if you ever look below, underneath we are blacker than the darkness.
We will never criticise, while your people starve and die, close our eyes, we can sleep, we have no conscience.
We will never, never fight, we don't care who′s wrong or right, turn away, wait until the battle is over.
Third World aid and Nazi gold, we don't care from who you stole, bring it in, we will do the devil's laundry.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, ′going down', underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
Come and climb our mountainsides, many do and some survive, breathe it in, this is the perfume of corruption.
How can we survive, you say, while the villains steal and play, lips are sealed, but they know we know their secrets.
This is where dictators thrive, hide their loot while countries die, many hopes and dreams will perish in the strongbox.
Look behind your charities, look to where the money keeps running to, it will never reach the needy.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, 'going down′, underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
This is the land of cuckoo clocks, chalet girls and precious rocks, squeaky clean but laden with hypocrisy.
No one knows how far we'd sink, hide the traces, hide the stink, we cover up the centuries of misery.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, 'going down', underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder,
Play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
We will never criticise, while your people starve and die, close our eyes, we can sleep, we have no conscience.
We will never, never fight, we don't care who′s wrong or right, turn away, wait until the battle is over.
Third World aid and Nazi gold, we don't care from who you stole, bring it in, we will do the devil's laundry.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, ′going down', underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
Come and climb our mountainsides, many do and some survive, breathe it in, this is the perfume of corruption.
How can we survive, you say, while the villains steal and play, lips are sealed, but they know we know their secrets.
This is where dictators thrive, hide their loot while countries die, many hopes and dreams will perish in the strongbox.
Look behind your charities, look to where the money keeps running to, it will never reach the needy.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, 'going down′, underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
This is the land of cuckoo clocks, chalet girls and precious rocks, squeaky clean but laden with hypocrisy.
No one knows how far we'd sink, hide the traces, hide the stink, we cover up the centuries of misery.
We are the gnomes, and we are sleazy.
You wanna hide your loot, we can make it easy.
No questions asked, no, no, no, no, you′re just a number, 'going down', underground where the gnomes are running round.
Take the key for your box, spin your combination lock, and play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder,
Play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder, play with your plunder.
Writer(s): Eric Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
