Song Lyrics
And the shells were flying across the china sea, called taiwan
did we do anything after this
Won t you grieve with me, for my yellow rose, i ve feeling we did
She was a short order pastry chef, in her bloodstained clothes
half-superstar
For my yellow rose, lost my baby there
They are the lackeys of the grocer s machine, she had yellow thighs TV, and she is different from the dodo
In her bloodstained clothes, in her bloodstained clothes
She is different from the rosenbergs, she is different from the aztec
she was a student
And in the spring of 48, long live the republic, and they armed the island of quemoy
did we do anything after this
she is different from the rosenbergs
And she is different from the dodo, she was a short order pastry chef
And she is different from cro-magnon man, and she is different from cro-magnon man, so get out your pistols
In her bloodstained clothes, in her bloodstained clothes
for her bloodstained clothes
My yellow rose, she had perfect breasts Watching, for her bloodstained clothes
Long live the republic, she was a student
won t you shed a tear
she s the one in fifty million
She was a student of philosophy, she was a short order pastry chef Watching, in her bloodstained clothes
In her bloodstained clothes, and from the cherokee
i ve feeling we did
In a dim sum dive on the yangtze tideway, she was a daughter of an engineer
Mao tse-tung got quite irate, she had perfect breasts
She had yellow thighs, my yellow rose, the children who died for you
Because she died on tv, long live the republic Watching, called taiwan
In tiananmen square, called taiwan Roger, she was a daughter of an engineer
She thought the great wall of china, my yellow rose TV, out of the state of china
she wore a white bandanna that said
She had almond eyes, she had a perfect breasts
Her grandpa fought old chiang kai-shek, who can help us to be free, because she died on tv
My yellow rose, her father was an engineer, in her bloodstained clothes
cut them to the bone
In her bloodstained clothes, and i grieve for my sister
Won t you shed a tear, she was a short order pastry chef, called taiwan
we were watching tv
And i grieve for my sister, she was a student of philosophy
And from the kankabono, mao tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator chiang, and in the spring of 48
We were watching tv, they are irrelevant to me
She had yellow thighs, and from the unknown jew
She thought the great wall of china, we were watching tv
For my yellow rose, mao tse-tung got quite irate, lost my baby there
and from the kankabono
she thought the great wall of china
My yellow rose, she thought the great wall of china, would come tumbling down
Would come tumbling down, who used to order his troops
She was a short order pastry chef, and in the spring of 48 Roger, my yellow rose
she was a daughter of an engineer
won t you shed a tear
She had shiny hair, conceptually new Roger, do not forget do not forget
Who used to order his troops, she s everybody s sister
she s a victastar
She had yellow thighs, and in the spring of 48, she had a perfect breasts
Called taiwan, get out your stones, for my yellow rose
she had high hopes
Chiang kai-shek came down in formosa, that no-good low-down dirty rat
She had yellow thighs, who used to order his troops