Monday, November 27, 2006

Your Reichstags Are Burning

Your Reichstags are burning, the fine clean smell
your dozens of dollars remain in your hell
bounded by the space between a matress and a minute before three
answers at night are not what they seem

The punishment's coming, the hoofbeats approach
the mighty empty their pockets they leave for the coast

The once-forgotten is today's powerful fact
train leaves the station headed to the crack


why are we wondering how we got to this show

The answer so simple, it decides not to go
They refused to accept less than they dreamt

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