Jinx - Tuxedomoon

Why all the flags at half mast

Why the murders the rage

Where the retainers of passion

Left from a sensible age

To wipe the wretched history

From this page

Why the people so bloated

What making cancerous sin

Where the godmerging shamans

To make new sense out of this din

To make beast calming music

Out of this din

Don’t disrespect your parents

Rather calm their panic

Curb their distemper

Don’t tamper with their rot

No diaper, no rash

Put out the trash

It’s a jinx, it’s a jinx