Fertilize the garden of the lights And water these seeds of light The earth is warm and ready for the taking So shed your clothes And dance around the pole Raise these children on pesticides To keep the worms at bay And the earth is moist and glistening So shed your clothes And dance around the pole, it's may And in the fields the bodies have been burning Since yesterday and I hope that soon mine will turn Now my soul is pure, lock me up in dreams? And the gods will be appeased, tonight And shed my skin The vessels we live in are dead And in the fields my body is burning Away from here and I hope, my dear That in the fields my body Is still yearning for yesteryear So shed your skin My ashes on the wind are dust