I really can’t try to speak your language anymore

I’m tired of dreaming of the bourgeoisie

Spilling old English on my living room floor

Carpets of wax

Standing on a picture I’ve already seen

Take me to my kingdom

Take me to my homeland

I’ve been trembling inside just

Shaking to see it

No, I can’t speak this language anymore

This foreign tongue has blistered my brain

Would you please help me out

And take my picture?