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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

(Michael) My drummer is the only one I
Let the drums go rolling through the
And let them my deep disgust
With 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 tell 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 your now and loose your way
In every hole and brassy groan...
You'll soon begin to on what you play

(Michael) choking now exactly as I say!

(Michael, Frank As for the deeper in the hall
& Louis) Annointed ones and different
orgy doesn't satisfy at all
Who loathe the horizontal

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

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

It is to such as you that I was
To directly to your deepest shame
And light the fires of
And burn all in the flame --
I you now, I claim you in the name
Of that which you have never before
And having done it be the same.
The shall 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) I established with an iron fist
A years ago, a small deceit
To be enlarged until you complete
Control of the and the atmosphere --
Your time endangering my defeat --
Now all your instruments disappear
And on your face pursue your
career!