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The stories of the are mine, the Spanish voices laugh
The go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my sill in this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the

I you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
The cities they are broke in and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one time, oh, children of the dusk
All these who are shrieking now, oh, do they speak for us?

And where do all these go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were coming to me?
Oh, lady with legs so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel
You are locked into suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving birth and the parents ask
The to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord is in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled night

Oh, come with me my little one, we will that farm
And grow us grass and apples and keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I at night and I ask you who I am
Oh, take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait with the lamb

With one hand on the hexagram and one on the girl
I balance on a wishing well all men call the world
We are so small the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I try to catch eye