And here I dreamt I was a soldier    And I marched the streets of Birkenau    And I recall in spring    The perfume that the air would bring    To the indolent town    Where the barkers call the moon down    The carnival was ringing loudly now    And just to lay with you    There's nothing that I wouldn't do    Save lay my rifle down       And try one, and try two    Guess it always comes down to    Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way       And I am nothing of a builder    But here I dreamt I was an architect    And I built this balustrade    To keep you home, to keep you safe    From the outside world    But the angles and the corners,    Even though my work is unparalleled,    They never seemed to meet    This structure fell about our feet    And we were free to go       And try one, and try two    Guess it always comes down to    Alright, ok, guess it's better to turn this way       And here in Spain I am a Spaniard    I will be buried with my marionettes    Countess and courtesan    Will fall beneath my tender hand    When their husbands were not around    But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend    Or are you furrowed like a lioness    And we are vagabonds    We travel without seatbelts on    We live this close to death       And try one, and try two    I guess it always comes down to    Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this    But I won, so you lose    Guess it always comes down to    Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way