I'm tying my future up with a fine organisation It's called the Red Brigades and they treat employees well Threw in my living lot with trainees and refugees Words, deeds, the quick and the dead More than I can tell Blind days with books as safe as a sprig of deadly nightshade My feet set flat on the floor and Hell nowhere in sight Long walks and dizzy talk with fellow travellers and foreigners Words, deeds, the quick and the dead Help me see the light And on the first day I could distinguish wrong from right And before the second day The first night Well met - we share scarlet fever and we caught it from a grievance Hall set his girl against him when he seized her in his car The red goal lures many souls Vendetta-crazed girls and men of the world Words, deeds, the quick and the dead Together we'll go far Moon, skin, slipping it in and the pulse of blood relations Slats, shades and the scatterbrains of moths against the light From pillow talk to politics crying Hegel, cry baby Just words, deeds, the quick and the dead And downy feather's flight Because the quick will meet the dead The double man makes friends Because its spinning goes to his head He wants a world without end He wants a world without end, my love He never wants to die He's quite prepared to k**, my love To keep his world alive Making the match with a double-bind we con turn into embracing We catch our yearning up in the act of turning round Sing marching songs as we forge the bonds Between Eros and Thanatos Words, deeds, the quick and the dead We're lost in what we've found When the marksmen march to the top of the town Marked men fall down again