Trojan Curfew

Trojan Curfew

Lyrics Greek gods are communing

Beneath the

Doric arch

And they talk how small we humans are

They drink to

Agamemnon

They toast his

Pyhrric march

And wait for the sacrifices

Shepherds herd in real time

Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green

Vines ripen to find

Troy will prevail

Trojan curfews prevail

So we got smashed on

Ios Down around some

Doric arch

And the trashed blonde

Scandi Mistook me for a

Swede Her slurred

Medieval accent

Was like a puddle at my feet

You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth

Flaccid waves converging

On a rock hard strip of concrete

Near a field of green

We sign Deutschmarks are fine

Aren't you too pale

Does it hurt you?

So pale Trojan curfews prevail