Paul Roland Arabian Knights
The jewel, the prize
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I heard a rumour -- it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her
Myriad lights -- they said I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights -- at your primitive best
A tourist oasis -- reflects in seedy sunshades
A monstrous oil tanker
Its wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her
I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps' eyes -- no forks or knives