Arms of Cicero

Free from the itch of her sexual desire
I believed in the things that happened to me
So she mastered the art of treating decay
To the babbling madmen with nothing to say
So I’m lower-class tooth and she’s iron fisted
I’m gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero
Give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na.
Walk away
Barbers and scullions and charioteers
Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers
They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo
Who lives in the arms of this Cicero
She’s bully with his eyes and a lover’s secret
I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua
So give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na-na
Walk away
Oooohooooh
Lalalalalalaaalaaa
I’m king of the cafe cone
Chabanas is a sphynx who sells poison and guns
Not for holy reasons
Oh, I loved you once all gone by value
It’s funny how time slip away
Oh, I’m lower-class tooth and she’s iron fisted
I’m gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero
Give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na.
Walk away
She’s bully with his eyes and a lover’s secret
I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua
So give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na-na
Walk away