As Ebola returns to remind us that nature still has the best aim, the world collectively decides that preparedness is terribly passé—much like the Belgian diplomat who conveniently expired before facing justice for a sixty-year-old murder. Whilst America frets over six exposed citizens and Cuba threatens a bloodbath over flying robots, Mexico City offers the perfect metaphor for our times by painting the streets purple with smiling amphibians rather than fixing the potholes. One might say we're all just monkeys jumping into enclosures we shouldn't, though at least the courts had the good sense to admit the gun whilst excluding the McDonald's evidence—a rare victory for judicial fastidiousness in an otherwise chaotic world.
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📜 Lyrics 📜
[Verse 1]
Well the fever's climbing steady in the Congo basin belt
A hundred bodies buried where the medicine man felt
That the border's just a line on someone else's map
While six Americans have fallen in the same old trap
The experts say we're wiser from the years we've had before
But the coffins keep on stacking by the warehouse door
The board says we're not safer, just better at the spin
The same old deadly record on the same old violin
[Chorus]
So slap another coat of purple on the pavement crack
There's nothing that a mural can't fix, that's a fact
We'll dance around the bodies and we'll paint across the stains
Cos history's just fiction when the upbeat refrain
Keeps playing
Yeah, the Neon-Honky Tonk keeps playing
[Verse 2]
Old Étienne Davignon has finally slipped the net
Ninety-three and cosy was the safest bet
They say he helped to murder Patrice Lumumba dead
But justice is a bargain that was never widely spread
The colonial ghosts are dancing on their unmarked graves
While Brussels holds its breath and misbehaves
The trial would have opened up a can of worms and then
He died before the questioning could even begin
[Pedal Steel Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
So slap another coat of purple on the pavement crack
There's nothing that a mural can't fix, that's a fact
We'll dance around the bodies and we'll paint across the stains
Cos history's just fiction when the upbeat refrain
Keeps playing
Yeah, the Neon-Honky Tonk keeps playing
[Bridge]
Three thousand dead in Lebanon and still they call it peace
The ceasefire's a concept that will never find release
A ten-year-old in Colombia gets taken from above
By someone with a drone and not a shred of love
Meanwhile in Mexico they're painting purple beasts
While Havana's politicians warn of bloodshed at the feasts
[Spoken] It's a bloodbath waiting, apparently
[Verse 3]
Young Luigi's writings can be read aloud in court
His ghost gun is evidence they won't abort
But the arrest at McDonald's has been struck right off the sheet
They're picking through the pieces of a system in retreat
Two tourists jumped a fence to see a viral monkey star
Some species cannot help but take the madness way too far
The axolotls smile from every painted wall
While the sewage keeps on rising and the structures start to fall
[Electric Fiddle Break]
[Final Chorus]
So slap another coat of purple on the pavement crack
There's nothing that a mural can't fix, that's a fact
We'll dance around the bodies and we'll paint across the stains
Cos history's just fiction when the upbeat refrain
Keeps playing
Yeah, the Neon-Honky Tonk keeps playing
[Outro]
[Call: Purple paint!] [Response: Covers everything!
[Call: Purple paint!] [Response: It covers everything!
Just keep dancing
Just keep dancing
Until the music stops