Tonite let's all make love in London
as if it were the year two thousand and one, 
the years of thrilling god and old domine 
Be kind also to the poor soul 
that cries in a crack of the pavement
because he has no body
Our prayers to the ghosts and the demons, 
the lackloves of Ewen and frightened congressmen
who make sadistic noise on the radio
State, statue destroyers and tank captains,
unhappy murderers in Mekong and Congo
new kind of man [bad word] to his bliss
to end the cold war he has borne
against his own kind flesh
since the days of the snake.