I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
David Gilmour (A Spanish Theme)
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Smell The Roses
 

There's a mad dog pulling at his chain
A hint of danger in his eye
Alarm bells raging round his brain
And the chimneys poke in the sky

Wake up, wake up and smell the roses
Close your eyes and pray this wind don't change
There's nothing but screams in the field of dreams
Nothing but hope at the end of the rope
Nothing but gold in the chimney smoke
Come on honey it's real money

This is the room where they make the explosives
Where they put your name on the bomb
Here's where they bury the buts and the ifs
And scratch out words like right and wrong

Wake up, wake up and smell the phosphorus
This is the room we keep a human heir
Don't ask don't tell it couldn't be lost for us
Little less cash in the stash in the cupboard
At the bottom of the stair
Money, honey

Wake up, wake up and smell the bacon
Run your greasy fingers through her hair
This is the life that you have taken

Just a line in the captains log
Just a whine from a rescue dog
Another kid didn't make the grade
Come on honey it's a fair trade

Wake up, wake up and smell the roses
Throw her photo on the funeral pyre, yeah
Now we can't forget the threat she poses?
Girl you know you couldn't get much higher

   
 
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