| Well they keep on digging up the tombs to desecrate the dead
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| But every skull they ever find has got the same holes in its head
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| And everyone was laughing at the trial of Josef K
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| The judge was quoting Wilde but I had other things to say
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| And Erika’s precarian, she lives by candlelight
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| And me I’m merely guilty but we haven’t got all night
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| I saw an act of blindness in a lemon limousine
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| And I had hit the limit of my Paracelsus gleam
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| Well I reached across to Sheila for her Veneuzuelan snort
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| But she was miles away so it took longer than I thought
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| And up ahead a dusty moon with carbon on its face
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| Grinning down like Lucifer on Josef K’s disgrace
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| The beastlier beatitudes of Balthazar the King
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| I’ve got Bella rolling on her back when the bellhop staggers in
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| I tried to buy his silence with some pages I had ripped
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| From the ancient dictionary I conveniently gripped
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| And I still had the prescription for the ginger drink with cloves
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| Ten minutes before Judy started taking off her clothes
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| And everybody’s laughing at the trial of Josef K
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| The judge keeps quoting Wilde but I’ve got better things to say
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| So I jumped out of the witness box and ran down to the phone
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| But I can’t get through to Judy cos she doesn’t have a home
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| Well the prosecutor came along and asked me for a light
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| He said say that K is guilty cos we haven’t got all night
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| But K is a precarian with nothing else to give
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| And you cannot give him life because he has no life to live
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| And even Jesus sold his father’s house to pay his lawyer’s fees
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| Why anyone believes in him is a mystery to me
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| Well back in my compartment of the starfuckers express
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| I was laying low trying to squeeze toothpaste off my dress
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| I crashed my winnebago so I now I take the train
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| I stare out of the window and I take God’s name in vain
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| The world has got so ugly even seed has run to seed
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| But in 1967 it was very good indeed
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| And everybody’s laughing at the trial of Josef K
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| The judge keeps quoting Wilde but I’ve got better things to say
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| So I jumped out of the witness box and ran down to the phone
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| But I can’t get through to Judy cos she doesn’t have a home |