I look at the humans going by my street
As we squint at the zebus in the zoo
Sorted, standardized, functional, uniformed
With their initials engraved on their condoms
And I look for a shelter on an occulted star
To knit myself some catgut blinkers
I'd gladly claw my eyes out but it would be malicious
Cose I already sold my corpse to science
I can't get it together
Come and see me tomorrow lady

No more wall in Berlin to justify my shame
When I come back stone drunk in my cast-iron sneakers
And the one of Jerusalem is too far from that joint
For me to liquefy into lachrymal sadness
But far away from me the idea to be irreverent
And to shoot the chimeras that make the world happy
Each map his religion, each man his parachute
And I put on my scarf to go get a turlute
I can't get it together
Come and see me tomorrow lady

I listen to the canned new craze on my ghetto-blaster
In the happy daily horror hum
No use to worry you just need to forget
Tomorrow I'll be funky or flashy adventurer and hardened
Except that everything's okay as Schopenhauer says
I'll remain open during alterations
I'll imagine Sisyphe swelled with speed
Pumping iron in the hero's cage
I can't get it together
Come and see me tomorrow lady

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