The rose of the world Is full of thorns All the lover's picking At their bleeding thought The hold slips The candle flickers The metal falcon lands In its metal nest it's asking So where's your money now? And where's your sense of self? And who's got to bow Before someone else? Under the foaming sky Under the pale water In the hole in the businessman's eyes Upon his frontier altar You are in lovе with someone you don't recognizе And yet you call her mother No you don't recognize that woman at all, oh at all, at all, at all You don't recognize her You don't recognize yourself at all, oh at all, at all