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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

(Michael) My drummer is the one I trust
Let the drums go through the night
And let them pulverise my disgust
With steady thunder, whips and
The man of and skins is always 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 listen to him and his

(Frank & Louis) Our genital unicorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is to as you that I was sent
To speak directly to your deepest
And the fires of experiment
And burn all in the flame --
I claim you now, I claim you in the
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, Frank We heard that drummer, do not we missed
& Louis) Your subtle derivation from the

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