I'm Not Here - 1967 - Mekons

A velvet glove strokes a hairy thigh

The dawn is breaking across the sky

My mind is purple

Like the bubbles around your lips

Oh baby I sure groove the way you move your hips

Satan has already sat us down to eat

Feasting on freshly slaughtered meat

A splash of blood

Falls on your milk white breast

Oh look Nixon has arrived with Hitler

As his very special guest

Straying by the waterside

My reflection looks so cool

The ripples whisper warnings

I could end up in the pool

Floating through forever

Like blossom in the wind

Meeting all the people who’ve sinned and sinned and sinned…

Calling earth on the telephone

Slurred speech and unfinished praises

Curly headed heads are turning

It’s getting very hazy