La Commune

To colonies this land with orphans 
  And to contemplate 
  Suicide with a fervor that your servants 
  So often try to imitate 
  Wrap your arms around my back 
  Wrap me up in your black flags 
  For black is the color and freedom Is the word 
  And we all swing around - And we all sing about 
  My detachment - my banishment - my vagrancy 
  To detach the framework of fact 
  At the fall of the flags 
  Would you betray the revolution in me? 
  In thought, word and deed? 
  Are you advocating betrayal? 
  And bribing whores with diamond rings? 
  Now would you want this frail land 
  To bear to be king? 
  And we all swing around - And we all sing about 
  My detachment - my banishment - my vagrancy