I get lost in the maelstrom I lose concentration I see fish in the water But too fast for me So I go climbing up the long road That leads out to the backstreets And in a great walled garden Is the place that Im looking for Ive come to see... The Mambo Queen of the Sandstone city She sees things that I cannot see Breaks it down like a true punk rocker Because nothing is ever what it seems Shes got a puritan angel She brought back from the Congo He stands guard over the virgins He stands watching in my dreams She sculpts things in the garden Where there are trees full of windchimes They start ringing when she walks by Like a wild weather warning Shes the Mambo Queen of the Sandstone city She reads signs that I cannot see Breaks it down like a true punk rocker To splinters of mirror glass at my feet And I have always loved her I just didnt realise Its a world full of curses That we carry to the grave But she knows all about that She takes weight from my shoulders She breathes fire on the deadwood She breathes fire in my blood
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