I remember that night
Saint rage in the town
Saint hatred and saint fight
We didn't let our country down
Don't look at the floor,
Don't look at the carpet
I use it for drawing
My pictures with blood
This crystal sound is forever with me
My crushing and breaking that ugly glass
Smiling and laughing and making us free
Those glorious days couldn't simply pass
I'm flying over mean old Britain
Sailing in the ocean of the sky
The land below is so pretty
In such a pretty way you'll die
My little enemy, go to your garden
Lie in the shadow of an oak tree
You're such a nasty ambitious fraud
I'll kill you with a tiny iron bee
Glass
© Copyright: Герр Кайзер, 2013
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