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

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

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

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

Oh, with me my little one, we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals
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 and one hand on the girl
I balance on a well that 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