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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 sill in old hotel I chose
Yes, one on my suicide, one hand on the rose

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

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

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

Oh, come with me my little one, we will that farm
And grow us grass and there 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 there the lamb

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