Murder Me

Lyrics

You came You punched a hole in me Dialectically, as you correctly say I took the blows Square on the chin Let murder now begin No ambulance No angry palanquin Just a golden fist in a rubber glove A laundry dye Like Antonin Artaud, scandalo But murder me To the shriek of orchestras that saw the air Make this glory disappear Oh, oh As loyal as Krambambuli You are my star, my lovely bully beef You left your seconds fighting with your coolies You throw punches that punctuate the night So pull back the curtain So at last it's certain The golden fist in the rubber glove (Murder me to the shriek of orchestras that saw the air) Take me, take me away As gatherers, gatherers, gatherers can Murder me Murder me Throw me into the night Rock me up with delight, oh Murder me Squeeze me through the keyhole of eternity To be or not to be, oh