VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 2 — текст песни (Fall, The)

Phones cut. The gun jams.
Now he stands in his ten foot hall with three of `em
One bound to radiator also two wife and three his girlfriend
The two latter scan his fifty-nine pence can of beer in the kitchen
Behind ya he thinks
A mutual glance inherent from their milltown Persian Alabama
Atlanta Albania whatever
Their wisdom confirms friendship
Too dumb shit to do or know
I am hostage
Their young eyes say
Jet-lag
Wreck
Arrogant
Big lad
He brought home yank
Their triptych mentality explodes
He laughs
Poet reads out quatrain