Paroles de Dr. Faustus

Horshoes splackin' swallows haycart, cart-horse Of the peasant blockin' his path Power showin', spits out hay-cart, cart-horse Hay and box at the gates of anholt At the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous Appear behind curtains in winter At the decadent court, made animals from Sun-lands appear in the sparse gartens of vinter in ze likkle willage Horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse Hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path Must leave his student friends Faustus! Come get yer chips! Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky Cast me blood silhouette, thru the ceiling sky