Dallas In Romania

Romanian Dallas, our Jesus and Elvis for coffee and oil.
 The company palace still sending their vessels in search of new shores,
 And Land Ahoy! We've warned of the dangers to good girls and boys:
 Take candy from soldiers. A red flag no more,
 So now come the imports and exports.
 Our weapons of war: a star on the screen.
 Their kids never dressed like that before.
 Romanian Dallas, the leaders allowed this indictment of greed.
 While Berlin was burning, a silent subversion had planted its seed.
 Well I'm sorry to say, the common man ain't no working class saint,
 He just wants some rest at the end of the day,
 Whether America or somewhere
 Far off in the East. He's falling asleep,
 A'watchin' our programs on TV.
 We can't go back.
 This crazy old train never blew off track;
 This great royal ship never steered off course;
 Like it or not we're movin' in next door
 By grace or force.
 Romanian Dallas, some call it a virus,
 And others the cure.
 We can't go back,
 This crazy old train never blew off track;
 This great royal ship never steered off course;
 Like it or not we're movin' in next door
 By grace or force.
 If you look behind, a runaway train
 Still runnin' on time; a history made
 Of dirty secrets and lies;
 Etch them in stone and leave them far behind...
 Far behind...