Dyin soft and slowly
while the ladies sing

//// • ||
<>

                                             they sing for the gold

//                                      

When she told me she loved me
I laughed in her face

( The lyin ***** song
Her lyin ***** song )

///

When she crawled from the gutter
Of her tainted lovers

And muttered
MY GOD THEY'RE  GONE !

//

some lie with their poems
some lie with their songs

//

The soldiers just die in the bitter moonlight

Lost and alone

------

soldier boy

dyin ugly and hard
while the ladies sing

//// • ||
<>

                                    they get paid when he sells his soul

••
••

Drunken interlude

Life within

The entering and the existing

The cabaret

Of ***** - like children

And Paedophilic Holy Men

like it's all a game

Only a game

//

soldier boy

Be true be true

There is long road

Don't go on

All these poet girls (?)
Know

They lie with their poems
The lie with their songs

If YE believe in their love

You'll be dead ere long

Somethin is happening

And it's all wrong

Somethin........ (?)

And it's all wrong