Hotel Marquis De Sade

There were three of us always
 Walking abreast
 Towards a siesta
 In two single beds
 The thrill of the bullring
 Was our thrill as well
 There was blood on the bell-pull
 In the hot hotel
 Mediterranean
 The middle of the world
 Two middle-class English boys
 And a middle-class English girl
 But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade
 In the middle of a single bed
 The beast with three backs
 The beast with three backs
 The beast with three backs
 And after siesta
 The table is set
 With a leg and a breast and a drumstick
 And we eat and forget
 Then Colin loves Alice
 And Alice loves me
 And I love the stains on the ceiling
 And pump like the sea
 Mediterranean
 The middle of the world
 Two middle-class English boys
 And a middle-class English girl
 But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade
 In the middle of a single bed
 The beast with three backs
 The beast with three backs
 The beast with three backs
 "Who is the third who walks always beside you?
 When I count, there are only you and I together
 But when I look ahead up the white road
 There is always another one walking beside you
 Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
 I don't know whether a man or a woman
 - But who is that on the other side of you?"