There were only a few of them In all the
Each one thought he was
They sang, they were
To
But they sang the way you sack a
The way you kill yourself.
Frayed moist
Shall we endure
Shall we not
Your cloacal
We shall not wait for a
Made to
We wanted to see in other people's
Their nights of love
They dream only of
Their lovely flesh
Bees caught in their
They are ignorant of
And we suffer
Red roofs dissolve under the
Dog days in the full
Come, empty your sacks of fresh
There is still a shadow here A shred of imbecile
In the wind their masks, their
In lead their traps, their
And their prudent blind-men's
There is fire under
If you put out the
Be careful we
Despite the night it
More strength than the
Of your wives and
And we will
Without them but by ax
In your prisons Torrents of stone labors of
Where eyes float without
Just eyes without
That know
And that you should have put
Rather than ignore With a safety pin quicker than your
We shall take our booty where we want it to be
