The Tale of Babylon, Pt. II

Eis, zwei, drü, vier A poor man sits at the door And he is furious He has been on the news for seven days On a mattress on a street in a pond Past the old man’s scaffold Past another century Singing an old folk song Is making his days oh so long The rich man in his castle The poor man at his gate One expects a sunny day But darkness one awaits He is furious He is furious Furious Furious Furious They never met They never met They never met They never met They never met They never met One, Two, Three, Four Five, Six, Seven, Eight Nine, Ten, Elf, Zwölf Drizäh, Go! A little smile is mocking his distress