one winter evening elevated to hell
i sat down nearly lifeless for a think
a glass with transparent punch in hand
and an angel or banshee howling in my head
there are devils out there
with torches in their hands
screaming for legs and arms
of other men
scattered all around
you only find chit
little limbs
severed and cursed
some prayed for,
some prayed, then cursed
and prayed and raped some more
i turn my face away
and dream of you
dream of yesterday
all the kids were singing
we kissed
and danced
what a pity
i could have been someone
well so could anyone you say
my mind is battering me
you took my dreams from me
and still cant make it out alone
even built my dreams around you
you cheap bum
you dopey slut
you commie faggot
you looser hippie
now you wanna spend your money on girls who forgot you
i love guap more than you
pair of teary brown eyes
talking to the walls
nobody wins
another future slain
pain and sorrow
darkens every street
where is the promised solace
i reminisce
of free poison
and foreign lands
orgies in frankfurt
the jazz in 'dam
and syph in 'arcelona
good times
never ending gin bottles
paid to be there
paid to be fun
and germans happy to pay
no rattling death trains
to poland anymore
and me
still waiting at the station
all i wanted is to suck cock,
eat pussy and get high
even the black shirts didnt curse the yids anymore
to have it all we thought
spewing on their churches
freedom to finally be
and never grow old in this loney hell
not for long tho
they hate the liberated child
they torture it out of you
they have laws against you
they get promoted for enslavement
and god is in their heaven
judges and coppers are just another tool
innocent rot in man made hells
all for the whores of the empire
infants kicked down
and shot in the back of the head
for stability
and peace
will the grass grow over these graves
will the rare old stuff flow again
will the pagan, christian, muslim or jew
hunt or receive me
a revolutionary without a psychiatrist
no master above me
on point like a dot
no pills or doctor can relieve thee
only love
the ghost that haunts us
publicly executed,
hung and crucified
overly dramatic
and still alive somewhere
it belongs to all
and none at all
pass it on, pass it on
till all is felt
until every eye is filled with wonder
like the eyes that my mother gave me
a rainy cloud for a barren dying land
it is a river that runs all day
cling to it and the wave will heave you out of here
all is well i say to myself
for as long as it takes
