INDIANS IN MOSCOW - 21st March 1985
Live at Helter Skelter
What lyrics can match these for all-round loveliness?
"I slit his guts
with my blunt-edged play scissors
and sucked out his brains
with a straw.
His succulent blood
can nourish
my goldfish,
I'll keep all the bits
in a drawer."
Poetry!
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