«Order and method,» the tongue says
But, oh, what a jumble. Oh, what a jumble.
«Order and method,» the tongue says.
Over my words, I fall, I stumble.
I stall and fumble
Oh, this tongue wags on and on,
I hear too many things,
Oh, I hear too many things
I must tidy up my mind.
Like the sun at Austerlitz,
I was welcomed by the blind,
Burning, burning in the City of Salt,
I will learn to love hatred,
Oh, I will learn to love hatred
Since they cut out my tongue,
It seems that another
Tongue has been wagging in my head,
Oh, I hear to many things
«Order and method»
«Order and method»
«Order and method,» the tongue says.
But, oh, what a jumble,
Oh, what a jumble,
Over my words I fall, I stumble,
I stall and fumble
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
Over my words I fall, I stumble,
It’s not only the blind who cannot see…
The sunlight it pours into me,
Burning, burning in the City of Salt,
Mercenary or missionary?
Mercenary or missionary?
Oh, I will learn to love hatred.
I hear too many things,
Oh, I hear too many things
And I will learn to love anything
«Order and method»
I must tidy up my mind,
Oh, I must tidy up my mind.
Mercenary,
Mercenary,
Mercenary or missionary?
Oh, I can learn to love hatred
«Order and method»
«Order and method»
«Order and method»
«Order and method»