The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose

What had he to lose

Not a ghost bloodied country

All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east

Gone to choose

And the rally man's patter ran on through the dawn

Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell


Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the mind

On ice skates scraping chunks
Say so long


Cut mouth bleeding razor's
making hard to forget
Where you come from

The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, come again


And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of his horse
Went the bowels and the tail of the rat

Gone to choose, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved

Choose a side to be on

If the stone glances off

Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse
Don't scream, try between

If you choose, if you choose, choose to lose
For the loss of refrain come and start
Start the game I che che che che I

Che che ka tak koh
If you choose, choose to lose
Choose to go