Jutland is hvining while stars fall in thuds
(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)
Flattening the cheek, like soft muffled scuds
(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)
Tongues lick the lead Lego
They won't be denied
If you're listening to this
You must have survived
My only pige passed your only dreng
In Jutland's sheer city
(Farvel, farvel)
November in July
Apropolis lip to where acid-fast fly
Crepey and shiny guanine restrain
While out lifting scalp
I will not glare again
Took the shilling, ditched the score
Frozen fast in the lowering night
In the lowering left-testicle night