Dead Reindeer - must be the joke Lyrics

Beast dressed as man
Hands with a violent row
So miserable, on the new end
With legacy fingers by sweaty delivery girls
In the eternal color of summer
To defend myself to offend to have the world before my eyes, and not just in my heart
With his coat to make a living
Ah-ah-ah
A true poet
But now here am I
Sadly load with clerks
It must be a joke
This must be a joke
I must be the joke
All came to an end!
A beast dressed as man
Beast, dressed! As a man
With his coat to make a living
A true poet
Morning came, on the dark
Lay down my sublime, aah
Oh!
In the end I put all thought of sleep out of my mind, run...