Playing In The Dark
Playing in the Dark!
So far is home from cold harsh reality
Miles and miles have reduced our enlargement
Our veils have been covered by the clouds
Yet our mails roam the ends worlds
Searching for endless reckless opportunities
Like a beeves we sing our clans requiem
The sweet melody of national ineptness
Over the seas age is for the hoary
In my village feebleness starts at forty
So soon as we set sail for Newfoundland
The vampires dug their death across the desert
Ravaging many opium joints beyond repairs
Wonder if this is what we are taking to ...