Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades
And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why
We were to blame
 [bad word] remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors

 [bad word] have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's snares
Strange times in Casablanca
Strange times
They make some striking couples
They make some [bad word] of the call
And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay
Attention to it all

 [bad word] like mail or telegrams
 [bad word] expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heat
And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the time
But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyle
Broken prints savage fingers
Undertaken catamaran
Strange times in Casablanca
We've turned our back on it once before
And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause us
And you can smash once more
And they can smash once more
But I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore.