Maniaq

The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories locked in mind
A wandering beggar digging holes in all unspoken deeds of old
A yellow death lay on his face, a smile so fixed not of this race
Indeed he'd known where he would go, to where he feared it clearly showed

The devil I can safely tell
Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting
Nor is he, as some sages swear,
A spirit, neither here nor there
In nothing-yet in everything
He is what we are-a gentleman
A statesman spinning his web of crimes,
A swindler, living as he can

The ticking hour of Father Time released the memories locked in mind
The clock's monotonous tick obscured to most this man's so lonely cry
He'd said that with his clenched teeth, he'd seize the earth from underneath
He'd seize the earth from underneath, and drag it with him down to hell

Lyrics based on Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Peter Bell the Third"

Brezniew przyjezdza do polski w gosci do Gierka.
Jadac limuzyna Wislostrada Brezniew pyta Gierka:
- Ta trase ile budowaliscie?
- 8 lat - odpowiada Gierek.
- E, u nas bysmy to wybudowali przez 4 lata.
Jadac dalej Trasa ?azienkowska Brezniew znowu pyta:
- A to ile budowaliscie?
Gierek lekko wkurzony, naciaga swoja odpowiedz i rzecze:
- 2 lata
- E, u nas bysmy to pobudowali przez rok - odpowiada Brezniew.
Przejezdzajac obok Palacu Kultury Brezniew pyta znowu:
- A to ile budowaliscie?
Gierek wkurzony niemilosiernie wyglada przez okno auta i pyta:
- Co budowalismy?
- No ten dom - odpowiada Brezniew pokazujac na Palac Kultury.
A Gierek mu na to:
- Kurde jak tu wczoraj przejezdzalem to go jeszcze nie bylo!

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