Mambo Queen of the Sandstone City - New Model Army

I get lost in the maelstrom

I lose concentration

I see fish in the water

But too fast for me

So I go climbing up the long road

That leads out to the backstreets

And in a great walled garden

Is the place that I’m looking for

I’ve come to see…

The Mambo Queen of the Sandstone city

She sees things that I cannot see

Breaks it down like a true punk rocker

Because nothing is ever what it seems

She’s got a puritan angel

She brought back from the Congo

He stands guard over the virgins

He stands watching in my dreams

She sculpts things in the garden

Where there are trees full of wind-chimes

They start ringing when she walks by

Like a wild weather warning

She’s the Mambo Queen of the Sandstone city

She reads signs that I cannot see

Breaks it down like a true punk rocker

To splinters of mirror glass at my feet

And I have always loved her

I just didn’t realise

It’s a world full of curses

That we carry to the grave

But she knows all about that

She takes weight from my shoulders

She breathes fire on the deadwood

She breathes fire in my blood