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Frozen Fullmoon

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Frozen full-moon over Fjordtown
Budolfi Monestary chimes mildly
The B-bell split in the frost
So the milk of the sky is spilled
 
Frozen full-moon over Fjordtown tonight
I'm looking at blood in the snow
A drip pr meter or almost
A broken nose perhaps
They report freezing, wet roads tonight
You'll have to tread carefully
Learn a little from life and behave
And go home carefully
 
Collar popped and up over the bridge
Memories of Vltava and Prague
Where we lost each other in a silly argument about
The difference between convex and concave
 
Waste of life like parking money on a Sunday
Ballet for wheel loader and wilder beast
 
Here walks one under a frozen full-moon
The tracks of bloods are here still
Here walks one under a frozen full-moon
The tracks of blood are here still
 
And the aquavit factory coughs up chips
And the street guzzles black pigs
And the pigeons take turn guarding the rails
Conjugates verbs on broken Latin
And Absolute Turn Up The Crap Volume 5
Coaxes out Baywatch approximation
She'll come out under a frozen full-moon tonight
Teenage mom tomorrow
Teenage mom tomorrow
 
Frozen full-moon over Fjordtown tonight
I'm looking at blood in the snow
A drip pr meter or almost
Somebody's knocked somebody down
Not that I want to get involved
Not that I want to help him
 
I've got my own cake
 
Blood in the snow always leads away and
 
And I'm on my way back
 
I'm on my way back
 

Free Women (Men)

I hope I'll be rich the day he dies
So that I may afford buying him free
By then, everything's probably for sale
Free women who can choose freely
 
By then, everything's probably for sale
Free women who can freely choose
 
I'll stuff him with cotton and kapok
And foam fuzz if I don't have enough
I'll dress him up and make him pretty
He'll finally be mine the day he dies
 
I've found a room where he may have peace
To sit and look at sunshine and snow
I'll paint a smile on his mouth
Saying, 'Don't hide - come over here'
 
'Cause the place where coffins are brought to
Worms and millipedes are waiting
The grave is moist, dark, and deep
Lonely and full of bugs
 
I practice talking like he does
So that it won't be too quiet in the living room when I ask
If he isn't happy that he became mine anyway
If I shouldn't have bought him free a long time ago
 
'Cause the place where coffins are brought to
Worms and millipedes are waiting
The grave is moist, dark, and deep
Lonely and full of bugs
 
I hope I'll be rich the day he dies
So that I may afford buying him free
By then, everything's probably for sale
Free women who can choose freely
 
By then, everything's probably for sale
Free women who can choose freely
 
Sigh in the lonely depth of the grave
Centipedes, worms, and bugs
I doubt he longs to go down there
When he dies, I'll buy him free (x4)
When he dies
 
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