Hand grenades and olympic flames We lead our lives free of blame With heavy heart we hunt through life With heavy heart sharp as a knife Foul in our hearts We go to ground Foul in our hearts We'll toss them down To and from the altar Principles and power Then on to the slaughter Of their funeral mound
With this flowered pencil In this white flower pen This should be bliss Bliss without sin My lover's blood Lies on the soiled seat My lover's blood Lies caked, replete
Foul in our hearts We go to ground Foul in our hearts We push them down To and from the altar Principles and power Then, on to the slaughter Of their funeral mound.