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 J'ai fait trois fois le tour du monde Vive le sang, vive le sang

Moi monsieur je suis anarchiste And three times round went our gallant ship, and three times round went  goddam it between that and money  and she sank to the bottom of the sea  we're in a treadmill for fair.

J'ai fait trois fois le tour du monde Dans mes voy ages.

Declaration of war rumble of drums  beefeaters march in red after the flashing baton of a drummajor in a hat like a longhaired muff, silver knob spins flashing grump, grump, grump  in the face of revolution mondiale. Commencement of hostilities in a long parade through the empty rainlashed streets. Extra, extra, extra. Santa Claus shoots daughter he has tried to attack. put the gun under his chin and pulled the trigger with his big toe. The stars look down on Fredericktown. Workers of the world, unite. Vive le sang, vive le sang.

"Golly I'm wet," Jimmy Herf said aloud. As far as he could see the street stretched empty in the rain between ranks of dead windows studded here and there with violet knobs of arclights. Desperately he walked on.