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The floor of the hall was sticky and full of
dance and strange boundaries
Dad, you had stolen a bottle
mint and a marka from the cupboard
And when we kissed
I believed in victory or death
Tell your husband to dress up as Che Guevara
when you fall into bed
For a moment it would bring back the danger
that twisted in the stomach
when we painted our eyes black
we rebelled in the cigarette stand
and we raged against that machine
Now they bring salt and bread to your triangle
I'm waiting for hops in the corner
The man brings you a glass of wine and water
it's so hearty that it makes you sick
And when you kiss I want to be somewhere else or someone else
Tell your husband to dress up as Che Guevara
when you fall into bed
For a moment it brings back the danger
that twisted in the stomach when
we black eyes we painted
at the cigarette stand we rebelled
and against that machine we raged