@migu music@

For someone else the blues and greens

The dreaming spires the skin-tight jeans

The armchair armies on the march

The transfer unit tube and mask

Who needs all the endless lies

That serve to keep the world alive

To taste the sweetness of the grave

And not regret mistakes I’ve made

In memoriam

Goodbye to all the angry dawns

Committee meetings pistols drawn

You can keep the rave reviews

The priests the guards the prisons and zoos

Goodbye to all the nation’s pride

Farewell to those all choosing a side

In hut number twelve they’re issuing guns

But only for the chosen ones

In memoriam