an oyster that's been shucked and dead The company, the red, posies they spring and they whipered (Sweet tragedy) There's a bird who's broken down
Tulkojums: Gatsby American Dream. Mind no metāla un Diski.
and drool at a land slowly dying. The monologue begins. The man is abandoned. And he cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that's been shucked and dead