I have erased this Saturday night fever with the waves
Of the dirty aftershave gun your mother designed that sleepless night.
I know she paid for this dormitory but you hate that smell of naphthalene;
So get her out this dirty room 'cause it’s me that plays the bridegroom.

Juliet, nice love may be turned into purple violence
When Woman Hitler haunts the place.
So hail to adult novels reign of love and lust.
They’ll dominate moon starers astronomers.

I’ll have to move to the country side; they advise: “Here no city dust”.
As William Shakespeare said: Maybe I’ll make a wise phrase.

Juliet, nice love may be turned into purple violence
When Woman Hitler haunts the place.
So hail to adult novels reign of love and lust.
They’ll dominate moon starers astronomers.

Sit, chat, pay, sir. Funeral fair.
Desperation makes us brave.
A psychiatrist. Real fun to wish.
Girl, let me tell you a rope ends it.
A psychiatrist. Real fun to wish.
Girl, let me tell you a rope ends it.
Sit, chat, pay, sir. Funeral fair.
And DNA...

Evil’s agents, all pallid and wan, uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy “Man” and its heroes, the Evangelists.

And DNA, and DNA, and DNA...


Los versos en cursiva son un fragmento adaptado de Ligeia de Edgar A. Poe.