| Lyrics: | Doctor Faustus: Horshoes Splackin' Swallows Haycart, Cart-Horse. Of the peasant blockin' his path.
Doctor Faustus: Power showin', spits out Hay-cart, cart-horse, hay and box at the gates of ANHOLT.
Dr. Faustus: At the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous, appear behind curtains
in winter. Dr. Faustus: At the decadent court, made animals from sun-lands appear in the sparse
gartens of Vinter in ze likkle willage. Doktor Faustus: Horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse,
hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path.
Must leave his student friends.
FAUSTUS! Come get
yer chips!
Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky.
Cast me blood silhouette, thru
the ceiling sky. |
