Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
No you can’t, because your ears are half a mile down the road...
It was beautiful, Fernando
How the heady fumes rose skyward, how the makeshift altar glowed,
What a shame you missed the bang, I guess that’s how it is when you yourself explode...
There was something in your hair that night
‘Twas dynamite
Fernando
I had stuffed it in your Alice band
A match in hand (
)
Fernando
Though there’s little left of you to see,
I’ve one regret...
That I wasted all that paraffin
On Voronin,
Fernando
Can you see the moon, Fernando?
No you can’t, because your eyeballs have shot up to such a height...
And your pupils fried, Fernando,
And your retinas were shattered in the furnace, shining bright
And your optic nerves were scattered in the blackness of the sacrificial night...
There was something in your hair that night
‘Twas dynamite
Fernando
I had stuffed it in your Alice band
A match in hand (
)
Fernando
Though there’s little left of you to see,
I’ve one regret...
That I wasted all that lighter fuel
On Harry Kewell,
Fernando
Can you smell the breeze, Fernando?
No you can't, your nose went shooting like a bullet from a gun...
And your limbs fell off, Fernando
'Till the only thing remaining was your torso, lying dumb
Like a grim, macabre reminder of the foolishness of signing for the Scum...
There was something in your hair that night
‘Twas dynamite
Fernando
I had stuffed it in your Alice band
A match in hand (
)
Fernando
Though there’s little left of you to see,
I’ve one regret...
That I wasted so much dynamite
On Crouch and Kuyt,
Fernando