Twisted-Strings

1. Strophe:


All come out to Montreux, on the lake Geneva shoreline.

To make records with a mobile, we didn't have much time.

Frank Zappa and the mothers were at the best place around.

But some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground.

Refrain:


Smoke on the water, fire in the sky.

Smoke on the water,

2. Strophe:

They burned the gambling house, it died with an awful sound.
Funky Claude was running in and out, pulling kids out the ground.
When it all was over, we had to find another place.
But Swiss time was running out, it seemed that we would loose the race.
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3. Strophe:

We ended up at the Grand Hotel, it was empty, cold and bare,
but the Rolling Truck Stones thing just outside. makin' our music there
With a few red light, and afew old beds we made a place to sweet,
No matter what we get out of this, I know we'll never forget.
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