I have heard the words "Never in all my years" But what I had seen Was nothing to what I would hear And what I could feel His reputation went in front of him Carrying a red flag I couldn't be certain of his bowed head Or even what he had meant it to be But at first glance he had said It's not easy fighting the twentieth century I wanted to wash more than anything You fool yourselves you are writers You fool yourselves you are tellers of tales I take apart what you put together I stood somewhere between The pa**ing of the deed And his dreadful motion. He stood as only a dead man could