Текст Billy Ray Cyrus – Goddess Of Democracy

The Goddess of Democracy arrived a little bit late
But she danced with flair across the square outside the palace gates
Her hair piled high into the sky on bruised and bloody toes
She bared her breast and cried aloud «Sometimes that’s how it goes»

The Goddess of Democracy
She really showed some nerve
Callin’ out her old lover hypocrisy
With these immortal words
All we need are hearts to bleed
And a fresh new coat of paint
So let’s all drink to Socrates
And get wasted with the saints

Talk about freedom boys
Wouldn’t you love to have some now
When you gonna make the choice
The golden calf or the sacred cow?

The paranoia prophecies
Require we sedate
So I hid my dreams and my memories
Before it got too late
I won’t deny I like to cried
I guess it was her fate
The Goddess of Democracy burning at the stake

Talk about freedom boys
Wouldn’t you love to have some now
When you gonna make the choice
The golden calf or the sacred cow?
(Sacred cow)

The Goddess of Democracy was bound to take a fall
She almost landed on top of me