The Summer I
Simmered Simple In The Sand,
No Tongue- Tied
Mum And Dumb,

The Comb, It Just
Found Itself In My Hand
I Stood When I
Should I Run.

A Conspiracy
Those Fellows And Me
And The Comb, The Way It's Going
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I Knew Him
But He Had To Die.

To Establish
Whereabouts, Where For?
If Guilty, Flawed Or More
The World Would Find Me
Sprawled On The Floor
A Vulgar Foreigner
A Conspiracy
Those Fellows And Me
And The Comb, The Way It's Going
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I Knew Him
But He Had To Die.