Dept. of Existence - Distorted Pony, London May

This is the thing

That binds us together

Rows of cops to line the streets

Iron antlered, songs to sing

Sunlight on the plaza and little flags to wave

Banners to clothe our nakedness

TVs watching like piles of eyes

Bayonets, cheers, parades

This is the promise

This is the contract

This is the rite

That binds us together

Enemies dragged by in chains

Tanks and rockets rolling by

Marching with precision

Every bone a piston

Legions crushed to pave our roads

Armies like a shining sword

Poets to recount our victories

Prophts to herald each new ag

Statues to trace our history

Bayonets and parades

From where we’re standing

Shadows can never fall

The world is nothing

From up here on the wall

We’ll turn the Earth

And it will yield

Our nation’s name is legion

And we shall light the way

Heaps of cars and homes for all

House after house, forever like Hell

Plenty of women as black as dogs

And truth for everyone

And truth for everyone

And truth for everyone