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
verse 2
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 as like a puddle at my feet
You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth
Flaccid ways converging on a rock hard strip of concrete near a field of green
we sign deutschmarks are fine aren't you too pale
Does it hurt you? So pale
Trojan curfews prevail