Creatures Invertebrate Painted with the Right color Doomed to always wait Under a threatening banner Listen to the outside-silence The scores of people masked in nylons Are around And the only sound Is the hum of traffic and the shaking ground
We are spread on the leaders’ road To praise those who weal bestowed Coughing for a while Lips are stuck together displaying an idiot smile Bring desolation. Sing Destroying the negation Definitely deserves the pain He whose ass gets a bottle of champagne
Hear the leaders’ scream One two three And kiss the ground with a knee Four five six Being abused as a concubine Seven eight nine Such a cherish is just so fine (Such a greatness of a man Seven eight nine And when it’s ten The count starts again)