Night clouds spat out my mind
Woke and sorrow-eyes Jane was there
With our hooves all bloody and chipped
We speak in accents of despair
And pick the carcass of the earth
Don't worry we won't be curbed
Cause we will live and you will learn
When the stones have been disturbed
At night we will all look the same
Just like the artists and the seers
But we're the devils window pane
Through us he sees the world and sneers