I was sleeping so long
That I'd wake for anyone
From my Byzantine thoughts
Of those Sarajevo shots
How many dukes
To darken a doorway?
And how many archdukes
To fill the streets with blood?
How many duchesses
Standing on their crutchesses
Screaming at the snivelers
It's Dutch Eye! It's Dutch Eye! It's Dutch!
I was sitting so long
That I'd stand for anything
I'd scratch at the surface
Just to feel a sense of purpose
How much grace
To start a riot?
And how much nobility
Just to rise above?
And how many peerages
Clawing at their carriages
Crying at the coronets
It's Dutch Eye! It's Dutch Eye! It's Dutch!
Thus spake the fire worshipers
Beneath the undiluted stars
Plusminus an angry mob
Filled with spit and char
Sacrifice the sacrifices
Paint a painting in the painting
Bury the dogs in the garden
Yeah, bury the dogs