Текст песни Stray Cats - Storm The Embassy
Stray Cats - Storm The Embassy слова песни
Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign landScorchin` sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sandA mideast country being ruled By a man who thinks it`s funTo hold our people in returnFor a sjah that`s on the runI think it`s funnyFreedom takes moneyIt`s a heartache and it`s hard luckWell that`s tough shitMan it`s no funStorm the Iranian embassyBefore they start shootin` down you and meScourge of suits in controlOf the diplomaticnessWhile the nations of the worldLook on and they care lessThe Soviet Union won`t agreeTo an economic planAnd then they laugh and march their troops into AfghanistanOrders from MoscowInvade Teheran nowIt`s a heartache and it`s hard luckWell that`s tough shitMan it`s no funStorm the Iranian embassyBefore they start shootin` at you and meA nation worries and reads the papersHoping that no-one has diedHearin` rumours that the hostagesWill soon be tried as spiesDemonstrations on the streetSaying that the end is nearThe man from New York Times on vacationWants to know what happened hereAgressive acts nowWe want the best nowFifteen moms cryingIs my son dying ?It`s a heartache and it`s hard luckWell that`s tough shitMan it`s no funStorm the Iranian embassyBefore they start shootin` at you and me