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 kill, 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