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I watched your son Massage his mum Your wife The fluxus one Imagine that And with a head full of K to boot Imagine this My soul clenched like a fist Homing my way home Around your own Yoko stopped me upon the spiral stair These words she poured into my horse tranquil glare You remind of my husband He was singer too you know You remind of my husband I thought to myself Christ 1980 that was fucking ages ago What a length of time to remain fallow When some things get going They really stay gone Nothing can ever grow where they used to bеlong When I reach out for your glory All I can touch is your curse What′s going on right now mothеr? How do you swallow that verse? SongtexteWhy don't you say it in person? Why don′t you forgo the flesh? What's going on right now mother? Better cut out what is left Out what is dead Aus Songtexte Mania