اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Go without,
'Till the need seeps in,
You low animal,
Collect your novel petals for the stem,
And glow,
Glow,
Melt and flow,
Evascerate your fragile frame,
And spill it out on the ragged floor,
A thousand different versions of yourself,
And if the old guards still offend,
They got nothing left on which you depend,
So enlist every ounce,
Of your bright blood,
And off with their heads,
Jump from the hook,
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise,
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
And they got no right,
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right,
Just put yourself in my new shoes,
And see that I do what I do,
Because the old guard still offend,
(Their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)
they got nothing left on which we depend,
So enlist every ounce,
Of your bright blood,
And off with their heads,
Jump from the hook,
And you're not obliged,
To swallow anything you despise.
