Bohemians

A hundred degrees, there's not a breeze coming in,
the air is really heavy and we live lives deep in sin,
and there's a bone-dry carcass getting stuck in a fence,
and the KGB is really skilled at making torture intense.

and you think you see this so clear,
I won't say another word until my father is here.

a cold blooded murder reads the headline of the paper,
it's been like twenty years since I trusted the waiter,
and the witness saying that I was the last man sighted,
and if you kill me - you bet my father he will fight it.

because you think you see this so clear,
I won't say another word until my father is here.

preserve the bohemians!