Two Dancers Lyrics

I feel as if I've been where you have been,
the snow had piled up knee-high in the street.

Apart, apart,
and dancing on,
the wanderer,
the squanderer.
Our son was dying and we could hardly eat.

They dragged me by the ankles through the street,
they passed me round them like a piece of meat.

His hairy hands,
his falling fists, his dancing cock,
down by his knees.
I've seen my children turn away from me.

O, do you want my bones between your teeth?
they pulled me half-alive out of the sea.

Apart, apart,
and dancing on,
impossible,
impossible.
I feel as if I've been where you have been.
I feel as if I've been where you have been.

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