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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Frank & Louis) Are you here? What are you waiting for?
Your lives to change? An to speak?
version of the wounded matador
Who turns the bull his other cheek
And entertains you with a physique?
Some prisoner in pyjamas dancing
Trablinka waltzes, another freak
Hangs himself to your mood
And sweeten up putrid solitude?

(Michael) My drummer is the one I trust
Let the drums go rolling through the
And let them my deep disgust
steady thunder, whips and dynamite
The man of sticks and is always right.
I him near the cremetorium
Humiliated, for a fight.
I wrote the of honour on a drum
O drummer tell the people why come!

O to him and his saxophone

(Frank & Louis) Our genital unicorn

(Michael) He's very well hung with his golden
He'd like to be out here alone
The on his hands, his mouth, and his bone.

(Frank & Louis) So take your solo now and loose way
In every fingered and brassy groan...
You'll soon begin to choke on what you

(Michael) choking now exactly as I say!

(Michael, As for the deeper spirits in the hall
& Louis) Annointed and truely different
Whom doesn't satisfy at all
Who loathe the argument

(Frank & Louis) It is to such as you he was sent.

(Michael) I understand the loyalties that
You burn a or shoot a president
Or tattoo on a woman's wrist
I know the of the good idealist.

It is to such as you I was sent
To speak directly to your deepest
And light the fires of
And burn all hesitation in the --
I you now, I claim you in the name
Of which you have never done before
And done it never be the same.
The victim be smitten on his sore.
The one shall have a visitor.

(Michael, Frank We heard that drummer, do not we missed
& Louis) Your subtle derivation from the

(Michael) I established with an iron fist
A thousand years ago, a small
To be enlarged until you have
Control of the mood and the --
crooked time endangering my defeat --
Now all your instruments must
And on traitor's face pursue your
career!