Parenthetical Girls
The Plague of Marcus (Prelude)
When your boy's back homeAll flaxen like his father, all ulcerous and swollenYou let him know when he comes to ask his motherHis stomach thick with cancer, "oh, mother, what's the matter?"You let him knowAnd your comely little daughterWell surely she would look just like her motherHer lungs filled up with waterTill all the perfumes of Prussia can sweeten up her lovely little headYou make her understandYou tell them kids what I did down in EgyptAnd you tell your bitch what I did back in EnglandSweet sister Scotland, she's on her knees more often than her feetAnd who wants to weep at my knees?When we kiss, oh, all the pretty thingsSolve everything you didLet all my pretty chickens have their pieceLet them sleepOh, I had such an awful dreamIt was goneit was all goneSongtexteEven the sky was goneAnd I, I was slender, black, and brightWhen you asked, "Are you the night? And I did not replyThe night is long but never finds the dayAnd I'll take this all awayI'll take it all away
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