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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Frank & Louis) Are you still here? What are you waiting
Your lives to An oracle to speak?
Some version of the matador
Who turns toward the bull his cheek
And entertains you with a torn
Some prisoner in pyjamas lewd
waltzes, while another freak
Hangs himself to your mood
And sweeten up putrid solitude?

(Michael) My is the only one I trust
Let the drums go rolling the night
And let pulverise my deep disgust
steady thunder, whips 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 the people why I've come!

O to him and his saxophone

(Frank & Louis) Our musical genital

(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 take solo now and loose your way
In fingered hole and brassy groan...
soon begin to choke on what you play

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

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

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

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

It is to as you that I was sent
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 you have never done before
And done it never be the same.
The victim be smitten on his sore.
The haughty one have a visitor.

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

(Michael) Which I established with an fist
A years ago, a small deceit
To be until you have complete
Control of the and the atmosphere --
Your crooked endangering my defeat --
Now all your instruments disappear
And on your traitor's face your
career!