Dancing Along To Nekrotaphion

Old boys seek a man

And the men marry women

Who the girls that you’d think the boys are the men they’re married to

Forget that the girls are the boys and that women are the same as the men

For together they grow old

Everybody old

Whoa, ho, old

Everybody old

Old

Every cat that eats a mouse that is fed on the rubbish

While the cat on the flat has snack in an ever-turning ring that rotates through the food

And the bellies on line reach the moon

For together they grow old

Everybody old

Oh, ho, old

Everybody old

Old

Every time that a mother and a father have an argument

The two of you could what they do who as the privilege

Of use as the aura of the few who fortunately love to be doing what they do

As together they grow old

Everybody old

Oh, ho, old

Everybody old

Old

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