Who did rig the base with mines?
Who did blow up the bridge?
Who had laid out
concrete under the plains?
Who did know at the begining
that there would be an end?
Who are you, ladies and gentlemen
to talk to me that way?
Hosanna Hosanna
Let's head out for joy
Frost again
frost at the tip of the lips.
Ah, but where are the secret words?
It's all hospital terminals
It's all a bunch of corridors
Mischievous neon
and shover in hairspray
Hosanna Hosanna
Let's head out for joy
Some bone beyond the flesh
Some cheap acid
so much that it rots
the last fresh fruit stones
Who will recreate the base?
Who will rebuild the bridge?
Who will manage to rip off
the concrete from behind the plains?
Hosanna Hosanna
Let's head out for joy