If You Want To Kill

Our Shouting Is Louder Than Our Actions, Our Swords Are Taller Than Us, This Is Our Tragedy. In Short We Wear The Cape Of Civilisation But Our Souls Live In The Stone Age

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.

We Praise Like Frogs, Swear Like Frogs, Turn Midgets Into Heroes, And Heroes Into Scum: We Never Stop And Think.

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.