Freedom Street - Sex Gang Children

A strangers' tale in a crowded place

The stomach hangs on a beardless face

Kings and Queens bow and cry no more, sorrow be

Wails in empty halls

Marianne, all over you, these devil souls are the death of me

Mortal thoughts of you did sex me there

Thick my blood upon me, no peace between us

These serpent wounds, bare for all to see

Carry the flag to Freedom Street