Posted by Tony Armstrong on March 27, 1999 at 18:23:33:
There is no more black shoe.
No more swastika, not for you.
The blood from your pen's dry and
I try, how I try.
Is it envy, is it guilt
That Asphyxiates all that I'd do?
the fascists march again and
The ladies love is true.
It's all they can do to be true and
Avoid another you.
But I do, oh how I do love
All th edecay in my eye.
The oven is on and I lie beside
The corpse with who I would die.
It's so true, it's so true,
Only a mother would love you.
With your flowers and child's smile,
It's the myth around you I find so vile.
But that boot in the face was from you and
It cut me black and blue.
Left me to die,
Oh how I would die
If Only I'd have su',
I'd be through, I'd be through.