Spirit of The West - Circus lyrics

There was writing on the walls

Looked like "Circus" there for me

We were smoking Karl Marx

With the junkies in the park

I watched the barmaid keeping track

By marking X's on our mats

And this is how it all began

On our first campaign to the Fatherland

The jet lag landed after hours

On an empty street in an Axis power

We broke the yardarm; it's too restricting

Cramped out style and cut our drinking down...

And this is how it all began

On our first campaign to the Fatherland

When we are falling

We got up to falling down

A canary yellow call-box

Gave me six marks worth of small talk

A broken conversation

Dulled by my intoxication

This is how it all began

Our first campaign to the Fatherland

"Let's go Europe" on the Kelly Plan

When we go up to

Falling Down