There's a red wall in London
Across the ghastly divide
It's there that I lay down my head
Above the gypsy woman crying
In Paris there's a dinner
Clear my plate, I eat my share
I burn a hole through the skin of my letter
Fill the ashtray, they wish me well
I do not care for you, father
I do not care for your righteous demands
I give my soul to the blood of the many
I give my heart to a love I don't have
Do not wait for me mother
Sister knows that I won't return
There's a child somewhere with a spirit like mine
To be born in twenty years time