We Are On Our Way To Bremen

We are on our way to Bremen--
That’s where we’re going to be musicians
People say we’re too used up to be allowed to live
But we’ve still got a caravan of fucks to give

And so we’re on our way—
We’ll speak of Death another day
Let’s have a sacred feast
With what we’ve stolen from the thieves

The Donkey does our fearless leading
Realism is something he’s not needing
People talk like they understand the world but they may find
When he kicks them in the head, it’s liable to change their mind

And so we’re on our way—
We’ll speak of Death another day
Let’s have a sacred feast
With what we’ve stolen from the thieves

The Rooster says he can predict the future
But actually, he’s just a rooster
If he could read his own entrails, he would see
The comfort-giving chicken soup that is his destiny

And so we’re on our way—
We’ll speak of Death another day
Let’s have a sacred feast
With what we’ve stolen from the thieves

The Dog is full of moral confusion
But the Cat lives under no illusion
The Dog did his killing out of loyalty and for pay
But the Cat knows why he would have done it anyway

And we’re on our way
We’ll get there any day
Now
Let’s have a sacred feast
With what we’ve stolen from the thieves

We are on our way to Bremen
That’s where we shall become musicians
They’re going to make a statue of us in the square
To commemorate the fact that we were never there