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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

(Michael) My is the only one I trust
Let the drums go through the night
And let them pulverise my 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 tell the people why come!

O to him and his saxophone

(Frank & Louis) Our musical unicorn

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

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

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

(Michael, Frank As for the spirits in the hall
& Louis) Annointed and truely different
Whom orgy satisfy at all
Who loathe the argument

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

(Michael) I understand the loyalties insist
You a child or shoot a president
Or numbers on a woman's wrist
I know the of the good idealist.

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

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

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