La Commune - Rome

To colonies this land with orphans

And to contemplate

Suicide with a fervor that your servants

So often try to imitate

Wrap your arms around my back

Wrap me up in your black flags

For black is the color and freedom Is the word

And we all swing around — And we all sing about

My detachment — my banishment — my vagrancy

To detach the framework of fact

At the fall of the flags

Would you betray the revolution in me?

In thought, word and deed?

Are you advocating betrayal?

And bribing whores with diamond rings?

Now would you want this frail land

To bear to be king?

And we all swing around — And we all sing about

My detachment — my banishment — my vagrancy