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The stories of the 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 hand on my suicide, one on the rose

I know you've it's over now and war must surely come
The they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
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 do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching that were coming home to me?
Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your
You are into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

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

Oh, come with me my one, we will find that farm
And grow us grass and there and keep all the animals warm
And if by I wake 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 wishing well all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I try to your eye