The spectre is haunting Europe,
The spectre of confusion.
All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to
exorcise this spectre: Pope and Czar, Kings with their lies
ancient new Radicals and brutal police-spies
Pretend you're not me,
Pretend that you know not your own mind,
Comply with kingdoms of old comprehension,
College graduation mental institution,
My self induced life cancerous comrades believe me,
That for every penny you threw at him you'll be paid in kind.
Diderot
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled
with the entrails of the last priest.
If you have trembles then I tremble to
If you shiver then I have shivers to
A holocaust in old London and hell rises with you
So give my love to those back home
As my knuckles are broken again
It's been so long on shattered bone
Nothing learned with shot and lead
So give my love to those back home
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