Bold Young Fools
Bold young fools
May break the rules
Proclaiming THEY hadn’t designed them
But they’ll grow old
And return to the fold
Dragging their shame behind them
Sing A Song Of …
Sing a song of sixth sense
A pocket full of lies
Forty billion black holes
Your past is in the skies
And if your eyes were open
Would you want to see
That the mystery is only made
To hide the mystery?
Xmas Song
Jingles sell, jingles sell
Lying through their teeth
Deep in the id of every kid
A patter-pit of grief
Jingles sell, jingles sell
Lurking underneath
The gentle tone, the smirking drone
Is a jingle-jangle thief
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Whatsisname
Played a very old game
And the very same game he played
He stole from the needy
And he gave to the greedy
And he buried the money he made
The King was in his Counting-house …
The King was in his counting-house
Counting his accountants
The Queen, who was dreaming her life on a screen
Had numerous pills to swallow
And the Big Bad Wolf was beginning to glean
That pigs have a Right to wallow
The Owl and the Pussycat went to seed
By the light of a neon splutter
And old Jack Sprat had passed away
ODed on salt and butter
Song
Time is racing
Time is racing
Soon be gone
Soon be gone
Who is it devours
Eats up all the hours?
Maybe you
Might be true
Life is racing
Life is racing
Soon be gone
Soon be gone
If you could take a minute
See just what was in it
Long, long time
End of rhyme
Leaves of Acid 