Lyrics:
I've been to a minor placeAnd I can say I like its faceIf I am gone and with no traceI will be in a minor placeWell I put the shoes in lineSeparate the women mineAs we do what we do fineSo victorious, so benignOnly take the weather warmAnd the job that does me harmThe scars of last year's stormRest like maggots on my arm(Repeat)Thank you man if for the thoughtThat all my loving can be boughtWas wisely in your gullet caughtBefore my loyalty you soughtOnly take the weather warmAnd the job that does me harmThe scars of last year's stormRest like maggots on my armO it's not a desert nor a webNor a tomb where I lay deadMinor in a sound aloneYes a clear commanding toneSinging from my little pointAnd aching in my every jointI thank the world it will anoint meIf I show it how I hold it