Es-sex, local time 00:15

Hold  your  non-sense  to  announcement:
Carry  it  out  as  an  insect  on  the  4  legs
and  the  arms  width,  of  a  furlong,  with  its  fur  coat
that  keeps  it  warm  all  night  long

When the sea-sons  change you may find  yourself  standing  in  the summer's  shade
There's  no  change,  the  waves  of  the  air  still  fall  like  the bronze  beam  leaves,
as  the  beads  get  planted  as  a charm,  stem:  the  string,
strungs  the suitars,  sitars,  tars  on the  roads,  tarts  on the  corners kissing toads

Hold  your  clevage  in  the clothing,  don't  go starting  the  imposing
because  'too exploit'  lowers  your price...
you  go shouting like the lad on the market stall
selling his melons 30 and 4, pence
hence the bruises on the skin
he accepts to deny that he lets anybody in

his warm smile could hide all of the back-tearia of street
that he got put up in, got raised up in,
and the girl on the corner was really a sold'ier

fighting pipes of pied pipers, alligning lines in the weavers

and streamer on, this goes on... all night long
and a furlong is far too long,  far too  far gone