English

'Twas the man who burnt his ships,
Love, who set the Thames on fire
Joy can not be found in sips
('Twas the man who burnt his ships)
Break the goblet at your lips
For the wrath of your desire.
'Twas the man who burnt his ships,
Love, who set the Thames on fire.

When I tried to know myself
I discovered I was gone.
Loves and toils and books on shelf
When I tried to know myself
Hats and sticks and wood and delf
Were no longer I and one.
When I tried to know myself
I discovered I was gone.

Shall I fear a devil's horns
More than I should fear a cows?
If a spike his head adorns
Shall I fear a devil's horns?
Twenty spikes were on the thorns
Wreathed upon the Master's brows.
Shall I fear a devil's horns
More than I should fear a cows?

You might not be in love with me
If I were better than I am.
I might have ten arms like a tree
(You might not be in love with me)
And have all colours like the sea.
Have wings, or horns just like a ram
You might not be in love with me
If I were better than I am.

Ride upon the Nightmare, bard
Do not let it ride on you.
You shall break the devil-guard
Ride upon the Nightmare, bard
Hunt the comets, riding hard
Break heaven of devils blue.
Ride upon the Nightmare, bard
Do not let it ride on you.

Jesus died upon the Cross
But He was not born on it.
Once he played at pitch and toss
(Jesus died upon the Cross)
When he lost he paid his loss
Priest are you a man of wit?
Jesus died upon the Cross
But he was not born on it.

" He's a Critic — damn his eyes! "
And his eyes were damned at once
Green he saw the summer skies
(He's a critic, damn his eyes!)
All the rest of him was wise
But his eyes saw seven suns
He's a Critic. Damn his eyes
And his eyes were damned at once.

If I were a fish I should
Miss occasional luxury
Such as climbing in the wood
(If I were a fish I should)
Church-going is also good
Mostly I should miss the sea
If I were a fish I should
Miss occasional luxury.

The Distributive State
You'd like if you'd met it
But you buy at hard rate
The Distributive State.
It means Early and Late
— And don't you forget it —
The Distributive State
You'd like if you'd met it.

The Servile (ow!) State
Is like this, only worse,
Degradation's its fate —
The Servile (oo!) State
It's debased, desecrate
— And it don't care a curse —
The Servile (ugh!) State
Is like this, only worse.