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All the educators travelled on about their dawn |
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And the beauty of their wand, and I swore to myself |
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"I'm-a-run from this tomb," oh the Red Monk was dry! |
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He'd drunk from the sky, & from the rustling rye, |
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Oh he split the partitions and sucked out the dye, |
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I am the exiled may, I am the cruellest way, |
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Barbells and letters |
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Shall both find their solace in the Cardinal's sink |
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[birthplace of all that is strong], |
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Though my body is strong as I tear up your lawn |
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And I tear up your lawn, |
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And then your men watched in horror |
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As their Captain was drowned |
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Oh, |
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Libation, libation, the crystal education |
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Though the monestary was shrouded in doubt! |
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Oh the dwarves had no station but to stick to occupation, |
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For graduate school was ruled out, |
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And the blood from the legionnaire will spout from his |
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Underwear and the wicked shall grin as I spout, |
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And the wicked shall grin and the wicked shall grin |
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For Donna out time has run out! |
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And like a drunken and besotten father figure of old |
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Who was pushed on an ice wedge out to sea, and he |
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Trembles and he trembles and he puts his heart on tremble |
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And he profits from his guilty memories |
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For the tempest within us is no tempest without us! |
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We won't be discarded. |
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I am your brother in the dawn in the earliest dawn |
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I sucked in the dawn and on, on and on, and all on and on. |
