The Love for the three Oranges, Op. 33: I. Ridiculous fellows

歌詞

I've lost sane, forgot my name Flown too close to the flame I won't be tamed Tasted flesh, found it less Than its rep Maybe it's for the best? Give me more than this cold whore Salt on this open sore Give me this demand, not wish Show me the world is more than shit Don't just stand there, prove it If you've got it, move it Shut the fuck up and do it Carve your mark into it Life will not wait, so get it straight The world owes you nothing And that's what's free I've been there, cold, chapped, scared Did not fare as well as most to compare Torn deep holes in my soul To ditch each flame until I was cold As this frame, bones, skin and name Come join me, you can share in the blame If you dare challenge my stare You might find how fully I don't care