The noise of the street enters the house
Darkness conceals the electro-sexual sewing machine
An eagle is wearing your clothes
Your foot has a shoe with six toes
The ghost of a girl with long black hair
Plays the koto as you go to sleep

It seems you were born in some Czechoslovakian town
Your buttons were torn from a Hapsburg Empire silk dressing gown
Far away and a long time ago
Crimson and black in the snow
A spooky young man whose face was scarred
Mixed you up with the killer of flies

In a pitch black forest
Twelve blind people are screaming in horror and fear
For their guide
Maybe he died

Mechanisation is taking command
All decoration is banned on the word of the ultra-sadistic popular front
A shrimp has made off with your shirt
You're naked in front of the court
They're reading from your biography
It's the part where the character dies

In a pitch black forest
Twelve blind people are waiting in horror and fear
For their guide
Maybe he died