Greek gods are communing   Beneath the Doric arch   And they talk how small we humans are   They drink to Agamemnon   They toast his Pyhrric march   And wait for the sacrifices       Shepherds herd in real time   Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green   Vines ripen to find   Troy will prevail   Trojan curfews prevail       So we got smashed on Ios   Down around some Doric arch   And the trashed blonde Scandi   Mistook me for a Swede   Her slurred Medieval accent   Was like a puddle at my feet   You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth       Flaccid    On a rock hard strip of concrete   Near a field of green   We sign Deutschmarks are fine   Aren't you too pale   Does it hurt you?   So pale   Trojan curfews prevail