A strangers' tale in a crowded place
The stomach hangs on a beardless face
Kings and Queens bow and cry no more, sorrow be
Wails in empty halls
Marianne, all over you, these devil souls are the death of me
Mortal thoughts of you did sex me there
Thick my blood upon me, no peace between us
These serpent wounds, bare for all to see
Carry the flag to Freedom Street
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