Parody U2 song in their mid 80s style. Music by Bismarck, words by Peter Out.
Lyrics
Like a rocketing Blackbird
tearing through the skies
my lover comes to me
with all her secrets and sighs
my love is her surveillance
as she spies from above
picture me in silence
capturing love
I am the dark soul
of the shantytown poor
an African death field
empty temple floor
This is the beginning
or is this the end?
denials are plausible
the truth she can bend
Espi-o-nage!
what's your frequency?
Espi-o-nage!
what does this mean to me?!
Espi-o-nage!
This is not a drill!
Espi-o-nage!
lover's license to kill!
red dust through the heat waves
rising through the air
she delays my release
from the cold lense's stare
I flee the to the shaman
through the byzantine streets
as she follows me down
to collapse and defeat
The child runs his way home
finds a smoldering husk
As the tanks rumble past
towards the African dusk
There she awaits
her empty lover's call
confirmation or failure
she records it all
Espi-o-nage!
Decrypt and decode!
Espi-o-nage!
Empty Node to node!
Espi-o-nage!
This does not compute!
Espi-o-nage!
my love's a black jackboot!
