Lyric discussion by Brandon lee 

HERE THEY ARE . . . .

On top of the taxi flashes the only light of the night The crammed rowing seat of the mother ship waits I go Gloomy thought breaking through Rude words stammering lies Thick wallet It's easy to ask for love The beggar Before the very eyes Appearances grow numb The light of the scythe cutting houses A hand searching for the driver's coat I do not know how to condemn, nor thank life May it remain, I do not care From the womb to the grave The raft travels steady Thousands from pub to pub

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