Under the Knife

When your man is twenty, he's a Peacock by your side
By the night at twenty, feather-ocean full of eyes
And the man at thirty, he's a Lion above your nest
And the man at forty he's my Camel, ship on the sand

Under the knife, Where are we?
Under the knife, Where are we?
Under the knife, Where is he?
Lost in the night
Another fright, Where are we?
Another eye, Where are we?
Counterclockwise, changing souls
Lost in the night

And the man at fifty, is a Serpent, hide your chest
But the man at sixty, is the Dog which bark their heads
When the man is seventy, is a Monkey, raise your hands
And our man at eighty, maybe he's nothing or still can dance

Under the knife, Where are we?
Under the knife, Where are we?
Under the knife, Where is he?
lost in the night
Another round, Where are we?
Another mind, Where are we?
Counterclockwise, changing souls
Lost in the night