1,000 Beers

I awoke with a tear drop

On my cheek,

Focused on

The violence you preach.

I went to the train station

Seeking golden carnations

But those blank stares

Produce fear.

Take me to a land of 1,000 beers.

Your humble expression

Relieves my tension.

Covered with nectar —

We found a golden sector.

Let’s go to Rino,

Let’s dance on the Sun

Because our soul weighs none.

Dress me in a trance,

Take me to France

Where the Frais de lis dance

I awoke with a tear drop

On my cheek,

Ready for this soul to seek.

Take me to a land of 1,000 beers,

And all your troubles will disappear.