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There's no infrinite reckoning in this eternal line No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic deign So folk me Amadeus One more time My children were fair and wore stars in their hair Now they're bald, watch tv and buy new age cd's The unicorn's a horse on whom some sad bastard Has superglued a horn of plastic In this post everything world it still pains me girl To spell it out for you The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell Might as well be Cotton-eyed Joe Put it flat on the floor with a four four beat Add Monsieur Oiseau Tragedy, Celtic tragedy I lost myself in London, Paris, San Francisco So folk me Amadeus To Celtic tragedy disco The druids were bullies On mushrooms and brew Selling mind-bending moonshine to suckers like you Letras de cancionesTo undermine it all, it's a bill of snake oil I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky Roots schmoots you should know by now It's the electronic age, not the Jurassic Gypsy schmipsy you're all just as tipsy As Tiny Tim tripping on acid Your Celtic moonshine is J. Authur Rank The Incredible String band is banned from my republic King Authur is laughing all the way to the bank Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing their prongs to battle a horrible bong from the execreble gong Tragedy, Celtic tragedy I lost myself in Tokyo and San Francisco So folk me Amadeus To Celtic tragedy disco The world is superflat now but ironies abound Transcendence isn't dead it just went deeper underground Within this no infinity Infinity is found The lack of deeper meaning is getting deeper all the time Cotton-eyed Joe may just be joke-folk-techno But tonight it had me crying So folk me Amadeus one more time Tragedy, Celtic tragedy I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Francisco So folk me Amadeus To Celtic tragedy disco From Letras Mania