Welcome To Croatia

First class hotel, first class resort, where classy people rest upon the restless dead. In silent foundations of past In meshed embraces Serbs and Croats meet on foundations of future as brits and krauts gorge on apple and swine adding flesh to their bones and the jews who served them Welcome to Croatia. In glossy brochures a toothless old woman smiles paid to look authentic As her old towns not mentioned, replaced by safe excursions where broken bloodlines who fished the sea's belly run moonlight cruises For twelve euros, And like this poor bastard You pay a higher price Welcome to Croatia. Tourism’s hit Croatia. Oh come sweet laser guided bomb You hit softer and targets are the guilty. Oh come sweet bombs to five star Hotels, level the whitewashed masks and show our faces of silica and china clay, that house mass graves of three eyed skulls And then, then I can truly say Welcome to Croatia