And I've forgotten that
We swung the Roman night
Marched us from here to there
Cutting down on who dared protest
When the graves are full
Old karmas came ashore
For business like a jackal
Trots upon the heels of war
Under a former guise
We were an Aztec bride
Til for my family's nape
We were plucked like a lethal grape
New York around our neck
Part of the pyramid steps
The priest and his pious art
Cut out our still beating heart
When we we're younger still
We marched the happy hills of
Grand Tanzanian greens
Fed from the cactus cream
The clear blue stream to swim where
One's on some boyhood when we
Followed it for three days and
Met not one soul along the way, no
The Sun poured over me and I answered to nobody
We swung the Roman night
Marched us from here to there
Cutting down on who dared protest
When the graves are full
Old karmas came ashore
For business like a jackal
Trots upon the heels of war
Under a former guise
We were an Aztec bride
Til for my family's nape
We were plucked like a lethal grape
New York around our neck
Part of the pyramid steps
The priest and his pious art
Cut out our still beating heart
When we we're younger still
We marched the happy hills of
Grand Tanzanian greens
Fed from the cactus cream
The clear blue stream to swim where
One's on some boyhood when we
Followed it for three days and
Met not one soul along the way, no
The Sun poured over me and I answered to nobody
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