beachfront hotel, twenty dollars a night   nineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and bright   too exhausted to think or to talk   young boys from bangledesh breakdancing on the sidewalk   and the waves will tear them all to pieces   the waves will tear them all to pieces.      twinkling waterford crystal in the banquet hall   childlike religious paintings lining the wall   i will try to gather my strength   and i will rest up all week   all i can say to them now    when i open my mouth to speak   is that the waves will tear us all to pieces   the waves will tear us all to pieces.