DANCING IN THE DARK
I hope one day they will go to hell
But today they keep coming back like that bad smell
When will they learn that we don’t want to know
How many words will it take to show?
They play like children in the snow
But sin like the devil that’s deep inside of them
The doors keep closing
The garden gate has frozen
Take a hint crazy fools and just go
Way down below
Where the fires glow
What you want will never happen
Can’t you see the Patten?
Goodbye, da svidinia, Auf wiedersehen
© Fiona Cummings
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