The Trick

I turn around as I'm walking

I see that he's not there

I look again like I'm stalking

This time I see him there

I fix my eyes on my stalker

There's somethin' I don't get

The scene I see is not proper

It's not one Bosch would set

I hide around the first corner

His face shows no expression

He follows me like a mourner

Follows a procession

I fix my eyes on my stalker

There's somethin' I don't get

The scene I see is not proper

It's not one Bosch would set

A party of a descent people

I'm with my god's decree

An orgy of sober cripples

This shit is not for me

I fix my eyes on my stalker

There's somethin' I don't get

The scene I see is not proper

It's not one Bosch would set

The details won't be disclosed

They look rather faint

The movement, the gestures, the pose

Bruegel would never paint... Yeah...

A chance for a spicy evening

Arises like the sun

What if he caused booze to spring

And finishes this dry run

I fix my eyes on my stalker

There's somethin' I don't get

The scene I see is not proper

It's not one Bosch would set