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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?
Some of the wounded matador
Who toward the bull his other cheek
And entertains you a torn physique?
Some prisoner in pyjamas lewd
Trablinka waltzes, while another
Hangs himself to concentrate your
And sweeten up your solitude?

(Michael) My is the only one I trust
Let the drums go through the night
And let pulverise my deep disgust
steady thunder, whips and dynamite
The man of sticks and skins is right.
I found him the cremetorium
Humiliated, for a fight.
I wrote the name of 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 very well hung with his horn
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 hole and brassy groan...
soon begin to choke on what you play

(Michael) choking now exactly as I say!

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

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

(Michael) I the loyalties that insist
You burn a child or 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 speak directly to your shame
And the fires 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 subtle derivation from the

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