Lyrics All the Years Round - Amon Düül II
At
first
I
saw
them
In
the
bright
morning
light
A
milestone
on
their
shoulders
A
horse
at
their
side
A
horse
they
came
over
From
the
land
of
constant
fight
At
the
corner
they
were
waiting
For
a
winner
of
their
size
Nut
the
managers
were
taking
over
The
profession
of
disguise
And
they
went
into
a
rainbow
And
they
lived
there
for
many
years
Till
one
day
they
tried
to
go
But
burning
was
their
gear
Are
you
waiting
for
the
take-off
Are
you
waiting
for
the
show
No
winner
will
be
coming
You
really
should
know
Neo-Nazi
doom
advisors
sticking
in
the
mud
While
Hindustanian
horses
refuse
a
haircut
Windswept
children
running
wild
on
the
land
Lonely
tele-typers
ticking
in
Tschaikowsky′s
tent
Pig-pink-coloured
ministers
are
ready
to
drop
They
cut
down
all
the
flowers
on
the
way
to
the
top
While
frogmen
encircle
the
Zig-Zag
Cinema
And
salvation's
sisters
enter
the
Turkish
Opera
Pudding-face
publicity
promoters
call
For
a
sign
on
the
invisible
wall
While
prophets
drive
past
on
compressed
air
And
caravans
of
cameras
do
not
care
The
boomerang
battery
bands-man
on
his
sphinx-like
bike
Is
mostly
from
Saturday
to
Sunday
on
strike
While
formulas
go
to
pieces
close
at
the
ground
On
their
way
down
the
hill
all
the
years′
round
Later
I
saw
them
In
a
rusty
limousine
A
guitar
on
their
shoulder
To
leave
the
golden
mean
Where
the
cleric
is
a
clown
And
the
colours
are
clean
At
the
corner
they
were
waiting
For
a
splendid
slot
machine
Which
could
change
wine
into
water
And
reality
into
a
dream
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