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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Frank & Louis) Are you still here? are you waiting for?
lives to change? An oracle to speak?
Some of the wounded matador
Who turns toward the his other cheek
And entertains you a torn physique?
prisoner in pyjamas dancing lewd
Trablinka waltzes, while freak
Hangs himself to concentrate mood
And sweeten up your putrid

(Michael) My drummer is the only one I
Let the go rolling through the night
And let them pulverise my deep
With steady thunder, and dynamite
The man of sticks and skins is 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 well hung with his golden horn
He'd like to be out here alone
The on his hands, his mouth, and his bone.

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

(Michael) You're choking now as I say!

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

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

(Michael) I understand the loyalties insist
You burn a child or shoot a
Or tattoo numbers on a woman's
I the sorrow of the good idealist.

It is to such as you that I was
To directly to your deepest shame
And the fires of experiment
And burn all in the flame --
I you now, I claim you in the name
Of that which you have done before
And having done it be the same.
The victim be smitten on his sore.
The haughty one shall a visitor.

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

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