The scraping is completenand we're out on the street.nKillers on the loosenand we're holding hands–nit's still protected by the law.nThank our lucky starsnthere weren't any kooksnwith placards in hand.nnGirlfriend, come near,nwe're having a bad year.nThe saddest thing:nI thought this would bringnus closer.nnDo we deny it to the end,nto ourselves and to our friends?nDo we file it away:ndead babies, mortal sins?nOr could it get us offn'cause we act like little gods?nnGirlfriend, come near,nI'm having a bad year.nThe saddest thing:nI thought this would bringnus closer.nnKillers on the loosenand we're holding hands–nit's still protected by the law.nThank our lucky starsnthere weren't any kooksnwith placards in handnof fetuses in tubesnour baby red and blue,nblack and blue.