My coffee turned out Good and strong My tea bag isn't torn The vodka has more Life to it And I don't feel much worn I wonder where This all will go And which direction take
A masquerade A big parade A circus made And telling true Of just few men Who jest and then Will lie again Again to you A system fail A country ail And don't we pale To these rich few
Birds speaking into rhyme Tangle with all twisting time Give me one All telling sign Spring is here Insense divine Sons of daughters Birthing now Heaven preening Telling how
Rise to power Soar to fame All that's certain Can't explain All I feel Is much to blame Politicians Running free Plutocrats Not meant to be Salutations False to me Winning losers
A ship avast A mighty mast With demon 'board I take to task A fork divides The way ahead I must decide The course instead The way to turn Is up to me This must affect My destiny