Trojan Curfew

Trojan Curfew
Lyrics Greek gods are communing
Beneath the
Doric arch
And they talk how small we humans are
They drink to
Agamemnon
They toast his
Pyhrric march
And wait for the sacrifices
Shepherds herd in real time
Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green
Vines ripen to find
Troy will prevail
Trojan curfews prevail
So we got smashed on
Ios Down around some
Doric arch
And the trashed blonde
Scandi Mistook me for a
Swede Her slurred
Medieval accent
Was like a puddle at my feet
You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth
Flaccid waves converging
On a rock hard strip of concrete
Near a field of green
We sign Deutschmarks are fine
Aren't you too pale
Does it hurt you?
So pale Trojan curfews prevail