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I turn around as I'm walking I see that he's not there I look again like I'm stalking This time I see him there I fix my eyes on my stalker There's somethin' I don't get The scene I see is not proper It's not one Bosch would set I hide around the first corner His face shows no expression He follows me like a mourner Follows a procession I fix my eyes on my stalker There's somethin' I don't get The scene I see is not proper It's not one Bosch would set A party of a descent people I'm with my god's decree An orgy of sober cripples This shit is not for me I fix my eyes on my stalker There's somethin' I don't get The scene I see is not proper It's not one Bosch would set The details won't be disclosed They look rather faint The movement, the gestures, the pose Bruegel would never paint... yeah... A chance for a spicy evening Arises like the sun What if he caused booze to spring And finishes this dry run I fix my eyes on my stalker There's somethin' I don't get The scene I see is not proper It's not one Bosch would set