I feel as if I’ve been where you have been   the snow had piled up knee-high in the street   apart, apart   and dancing on   the wanderer   the squanderer   our son was dying and we could hardly eat      they dragged me by the ankles through the street (two hearts)   they passed me round them like a piece of meat   his hairy hands   his falling fists   his dancing cock   down by his knees   I’ve seen my children turn away from me      O, do you want my bones between your teeth?   they pulled me half-alive out of the sea   apart, apart   and dancing on   impossible   impossible      I feel as if I’ve been where you have been   I feel as if I’ve been where you have been