Hitler, obsessed by comic detail,
hesitates with a kind of blissful leaden monotony
the head veils a more serious question

"Why do you sing?"
and I couldn't think of finger-pointing songs
I sing for the people an answer
except that I felt more or less sung, I believe

Europe dabbed his ire with her sperm-tinged Morse toe
descendant codes of stolen lips
situations blossoming on lines that are quite hidden
The Hearing-herself-coming-to-consciousness Singalong

I gathered some baskets so we could come along and hear

I only see women in a sexual way
because I don't really see how I think
Because you reached the point where I realize that there's not any
because one is welcome almost as a bonus
certain status from the sly one who adores

Suddenly the emergency
some things swing open
the dancefloor world begins to move
ten wassail sermons
sanely erased

The barren sea urgently ebbed
Nazi barge emerges
They make war Nothing
Gentlemen mortared idealess

A man would not be so important if he was not upset
work ethic down your throat
a psychotic paper-knife conception