Bim Skala Bim Paraguayan Sun Lyrics

Another day, rise a Paraguayan Sun
The Fuhrer cracks open another Heineken
He's all alone, he's in his little room
He's all alone, with a Burmese python after him

He sleeps by day, but not for very long
He dozes off, that's when the chase is on
In his dreams for one that knows has sent
Faceless men with Russian winters

That sweaty little man
On the Tropic of Capricorn without a tan Meanest man this world has seen
Beat up every night in his dreams

His friends are gone, they got tracked by hungry hounds
The rubies gone, that tower's spent all down
Memories of blazin' piles of books
Body counts, and how his hands shook
Tangled vines holdin' the shadow over the world
Stare down the snakes and see the clouds unfurled