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How do we receive our guests?
Ambush and arson
How to they salute their hosts?
Roadblocks and wolfhounds
Cattle-cars and bayonets
will sleep in our beds
Often we wake to find our tears
have turned to wine
And often we have lived for one more year
to taste revenge
Often we have lived for one more year
to be oppressed again
They came without warning
The bomb squad woke
from a dream of a planet without fire
They came without warning
A burning plane hit the steeple of the church
and then was gone
When the grenadiers were lost
in the vineyard
The moon was silver and full
and showed us their trail
We surrounded their convoy
and lit our fuses
We smoked them out
Confused, terrified and glassy-eyed
They never had a chance to say goodbye
and some of them cried
They never had a chance
but neither did we
The poison glass
When I kiss a dusty floor
that tastes like a bandage
I think of all the oaths and vows
that break with my tongue
I think of you sometimes
Your eyes avoiding mine
as you were suspended from a tree
your eyes on me
Although you had the chance, you didn't leave
You stayed with me