Now every strangers and then, They have a knife behind their back, Lose or rich they are a man in disguise, A hat and a coat and the unicorn, They are running a while in papers, Sleep in a porch of drainfall, A tuna served in a can of expiry, Break-fast like a man with no faith, A faith of freedom on human being, Feelings and voices kept as a weapon, You no no tell me that, A wrong due to righteous, If you had a knife before and after, Of night that fall sombre under the silver moon.