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Under A Scarlet Sky
When I'm Dead
When I'm dead, and huddled in my coffin
Oh the only ones to mark mourning
Will be brilliant black ravens
Perched without shame on my bones
For they will not put me in the ground
I will not be the feast of worms
Nothing will indicate the place of my death,
Except a mandrake
But until then I will live like a madman,
I will drag my carcass everywhere
In all the bars, in the cafes
In all the bad gambling dens
I will be known in all the slums
People from good families will see me
Like the worst degenerate that the earth has ever borne
When I'm exhausted there will be nothing
In the memory of my life as a dog
Otherwise perhaps this song
On which many will spit
Nothing will remain for their misfortune
Apart perhaps from rumors
Show I don't shut up, nothing more
Than another upstart
But until then I'm going to continue
To scream like a poor lunatic
Who has a cause to rally around,
br/>A compromising speech
By then I'm going to finish this pitiful song
A question of being able to surround myself
With friends, women and drinks
When I 'When I'm exhausted, who will remember me?
When I'm exhausted, what will be left?
When I'm exhausted, will anything change ?
When I'm exhausted, will you cry for me?

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