Tall and gorgeous, cold as the summer time
I wish I had some news to leave you Miss Caroline

Seen so many vultures, split so many pieces down the line

Castro would not believe [bad word] from below
Fight me gladly, leave before the battles grow
So good night, crazies, I leave them, feeling lazy
But I’m the God tonight
Golden fabric torn from the devil girl’s hair
Cheap medallions gleam from the Vanity Fair

Seen so many vultures, split so many creatures down there