Mission Of Burma - Max Ernst lyrics

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People did not like that man Max Ernst. (The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus) He was so irrational Max Ernst. (Garden Airplane-Trap, Garden Airplane-Trap) The pleasures of the sight The pleasures of the flesh The vanities of life He loved them all. In the pretty house they go away. (In the pretty house, In the pretty house) In that pretty house they do not stay. (Not in the pretty house, Not in the pretty house) In the burning sea In the laughing lights In the luminous sea In the brash gold night In the turtle's head I blacked out fast. In the city's halls always it laughed. HA HA HA HA HA HA Dada Dada Dada...