Between the graves.
Between the graves you can smell cologne,
-Hi Your feets!- I smile,
between the graves you can smell cologne,
the heart bursts under the onslaught of baits,tits,etc,
between the graves you can smell cologne
several african american guys leaning on a tree
in the hot heat,
goes through a ghetto somewhere in Ostrava
opens the door you're there,
you are naked and you are lying on the table
as if nothing was happening.
Then you just say:
-You do five things at once. You have to concentrate.-