Don’t come for love
No shame to show
Broker no truce
Troops in the dark
That’s what they are

Pity the dove
Gunned in cold blood
Can’t call for peace
Rat-a-tat drums
Lust for my life

They come marching in
Into my marrow
Out with the juices
Spirit to melancholy

Sex and sorrow
One leads to the next
Not a word from god
When it all began
All that I got
Are limbs and a torso
For sex and sorrow

Jets in the air
Tanks in the streets
Dead folks in smoke
Tongues, lips and thighs
Rebel at night

Flight to the stairs
Spied in cross hairs
Charm in harm’s way
I scream when I come
Come to let go

They come marching in
Into my marrow
Out with the juices
Spirit to melancholy

Busking troubadour
Chants a serenade
Casts below my balcony
Spirit to melancholy

Sex and sorrow
One leads to the next
Not a word from god
When it all began
All that I got
Are limbs and a torso
For sex and sorrow