Hey seagull, seagull, hey seagull
And you uncouth sailors, you
The holy man will purify
Your oily penises
That thief who spent half his life banged up
Is waiting for you on the hill
Seagulls, seagulls, sea, sea, blue, slum bricks
Rolling your tobacco so slowly
Give us a wink
That direction
You pointed to
The gentle slope
Of all our dreams
That direction
You pointed to
The eternal road
I chose myself