Author note: This is meant to be composed in D Maqam with a natural seventh key.

CHORUS
Hang them high in sky,
Show them to Japanese.
Hang all the frontmen,
swing them slowly in the wind.
Rock them in the breeze.

BRIDGE
Etimirecute
Vous es ne timide couteau!

VERSE
In the desert
there is the frontman hunting.
In the desert
filled with tigers and bears.
A land of rot and decay, nights
of swift fourty thieves.
In the desert.

BRIDGE
Etimirecute
Vous es ne timide couteau!

CHORUS
Hang them high in sky,
Show them to Japanese.
Hang all the frontmen,
swing them slowly in the wind.
Rock them in the breeze.

BRIDGE
Etimirecute
Vous es ne timide couteau!

VERSE
The frontman have the
admiration, razors
of the Frenchman.
Nights of guillotines,
they long for the bloody

CHORUS
French and Japanese,
To bleed all over the sleeves.

VERSE
Hang them high in sky,
Show them to Japanese.
Hang all the frontmen,
swing them slowly in the wind.
Rock them in the breeze.

BRIDGE
Etimirecute
Vous es ne timide couteau!

CHORUS
Because at night,
they come a calling,
For your heads,
swinging in the trees.