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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 sill 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 cities are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one time, oh, children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do speak 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 wheel
You are locked into suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving birth and both the ask
The nurse to tell fairy 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, with me my little 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 there with the

With one hand on the hexagram and one 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 among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye