The last man i ever loved
was the general of a batallion
Located in vietnam
After the thunder and rain of bullets
I found him in the middle of vietnam
He had sand on his lips
An ice pick stabbed through the heart
We buried him in a flower cementery
Yellow and tangarine colored flowers
Where his forefathers rest too
We never got rid of the ice pick
And he swallowed the sand on accident
In his stomach now lies a dessert he wont be able to get away from
-Interlude-
"How was he killed?" Said the priest,crying while they wrapped the general in a cast
"His hair didnt let him see" the best friend removed his soldier cap
"They say,his favorite nicotine stash sold him out to the capitalists"
-end of interlude-
This man had to die
He was born to die
We men in the end
Choke ourselved with an umbilical chord
The strenght of that meat-rope..
God what rope most meat-y and strong did you create
Brothers we're all the same
Lets kiss each others necks
And suffocate each other with love
Holding my communist hat
We said goodbye..
.....
Do you remember!
Do you remember!
The new communist leader in africa?
He'll give us light
He'll outlive youre dead general
He has a clan of infants pointing rifles at each other
But..never,never lose youre faith in him
No..never lose youre faith in your man
Never lose the hapiness he brings..
