All The Pleasures
My fellow,in this rain swept town
I`m feeling lonesome.i feel down
My thoughts are filthy.It is time
To clean them up with blood and wine
Me fellow,in this town i`m hated
And more than ever dislocated
I wish you`d come and take me home
But here you left me all alone
My darling, i can`t stand this place
My death i`d rather like to face
Heaven or hell - i do not care
If someone`s waiting for me there.
But here i am, my sweetest prince
With all neurouses and all sins
And here i stand,bleeding as hell
And things have never been so swell.
And i `ve got no secret treasure
And i`ve got no cherished gain
But how one`s soul can be in pleasure
If it has never been in pain?
All The Pleasures
© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2010
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