All the educators travelled on about their dawnnAnd the beauty of their wand, and I swore to myselfnI'm-a-run from this tomb, oh the Red Monk was dry!nHe'd drunk from the sky, & from the rustling rye,nOh he split the partitions and sucked out the dye,nI am the exiled may, I am the cruellest way,nBarbells and lettersnnShall both find their solace in the Cardinal's sinkn[birthplace of all that is strong],nThough my body is strong as I tear up your lawnnAnd I tear up your lawn,nAnd then your men watched in horrornAs their Captain was drownednnOh,nLibation, libation, the crystal educationnThough the monestary was shrouded in doubt!nOh the dwarves had no station but to stick to occupation,nFor graduate school was ruled out, nAnd the blood from the legionnaire will spout from hisnUnderwear and the wicked shall grin as I spout,nAnd the wicked shall grin and the wicked shall grinnFor Donna out time has run out!nAnd like a drunken and besotten father figure of oldnWho was pushed on an ice wedge out to sea, and henTrembles and he trembles and he puts his heart on tremblenAnd he profits from his guilty memoriesnFor the tempest within us is no tempest without us!nWe won't be discarded.nnI am your brother in the dawn in the earliest dawnnI sucked in the dawn and on, on and on, and all on and on.