'cause I'm... DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
A whole army of caressing arms
Provides me the warm feeling
That I'm walking along
Securely while disarmed.
And the balanced mellow sound
Of my march
Is murmuring arround
'This lady's on her way, now'.
Just cut me in
A hundred slices now
And throw them away
To the starving crowd
Of strangers
And onlookers
Until I'm done crying
Un ciment social
Se coule à la tonne
Sur mon immorale
Liberté polygone
Sur mes viles fables
Contées en gigogne
Et je réprime le mal
De quelques cris aphones
A l'Arlequin je laisse les vagues de l'infime moi coulé en terne ciment entre les pavés luisants d'une chaussée grise.
Edward surprisingly got old in a day
At the age of thirty-five
When his wife turned into a sweet loving mother
Young Lucy got ready for some things
Sooner than she should have
When dignity became a prize she wouldn’t bargain for
On that misty April night
In a silence they would
No longer share
She gazed at some grey ceiling as he took off his pants
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