Footnote upon the Construction of Masses Lyrics

Some people are young and nothing else

And some people are old and nothing else

And some people are in between and just in between

And if the flies wore clothes on their backs

And all the buildings burned in golden fire

If heaven shook like a belly dancer

And all the atom bombs began to cry

Some people would be young and nothing else

And some people old and nothing else

And the rest would be the same

The rest would be the same

The few who are different are eliminated quickly enough by the police

By their mothers their brothers others

By themselves

All that's left is what you see

It's hard