Trojan Curfew

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

Arent you too pale

Does it hurt you? 

So pale

Trojan curfews prevail