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

I you've heard 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 more time, oh, children of the
All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they for us?

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

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

Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that
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 there with the

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