Albinoni: Adagio

Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain south

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

Dog men and their mean women

Pulling poor blankets over our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces, staring at me from the TV tower

I want roses in my garden bower, dig?

Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood meal for the paint that's plowed

They're waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton, thrill-full comes death in a strange hour

Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over friendly guest you've brought to bed?

Death makes angels of us all

And gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other kingdom seems by far the best

Until it's other jaw reveals incest

And loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family