The summer I

Simmered simple in the sand

So tongue-tied

Mum and dumb

The comb, it just

Found itself in my hand

I stood when I

Should have run

Conspiracy

Those fellows and me

The comb, the way it's going

Hardly I

Hardly I

Hardly I even knew him

Hardly I

Hardly I

Hardly I even knew him

But he had to die

To establish

Whereabouts, wherefore?

If guilty, flawed or more

The world would find me

Sprawled on the floor

A vulgar foreigner

Conspiracy

Those fellows and me

The comb, the way it's going

Hardly I

Hardly I

Hardly I even knew him

Hardly I

Hardly I

Hardly I even knew him

But he had to die