Spain, you are like a rolling stone

Day 932, 20:10 • Published in Spain Brazil • by Toboco
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Spain, once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" (and fell once, was not it?)
You thought they were all just kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't walk so proud
Now you don't talk so loud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal in the Polish dish

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own account of Poland
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?




You've gone to the finest school all right, Already attacked Brazil, France all over Europe, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it, will have to get used to being a little doll of Poland

You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery Poland tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own account of Poland
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own account of Poland
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?



Spain, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it to Poland babe





You used to be so amused (already attacked Brazil, France all over Europe)
At polish Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
And no longer have to lie to Mexico, Argentina or Latin America





How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own account of Poland
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?