Marc Almond - Jackal Jackal

I dived into the pool
The cool, the blue from heat
The sun breathes fire
On Marrakesh
To burn the busy street
My brow the wet of fever
My throat the dry of sand
Through passageways to dead ends
A gauntlet of the hands

Jackal jackal
Rise of hackle
Row of tombstone teeth
Take me to the labyrinth
The palace of the thief

The shaking of the bus
The ragged boys a chanting
My temple pounds with sights and sounds
The stamping and the dancing