…blunder Percival got drunk and tossed his cup into the snow Where'd the grail go? Catherine found her Heathcliff but the Brontes died alone Air gets so cold Wind revives the balladeers sentenced to their words Fog…

…, they beat women, with the white suits, you see them in courts, arriving to take sentences. You like your iron and wooden gates, i never seen such a boring place. They talk like gypsies, its like an spanish desease…