The year that Allen Ginsberg died,
The sky was broken by metal stars,
By two drops of mercury,
By skaters on the sheet over well.
The year that Allen Ginsberg died,
Thousands of chrysalises coming out of lethargy,
They went into my wardrobe,
And ate the woollen gloves.
The year that Allen Ginsberg died,
The sky was broken by metal stars,
By two drops of mercury,
By skaters on the sheet over well.
The year that Allen Ginsberg died.