Those faceless kids are at it again

Playing keep away with his favorite ball

They’ll fight and cry and play some more

Outside, where lusty lovers quarrel


A rundown town with beggars built for war

Who post signs for information found

A glory hog parades for a party of one

While the angry mob attends a mass to mourn


Oh, the sideways rain is at it again

Making sure the fire’s cold

Keeping blind, our windows in


Only six more feet to go


The last day change of the market

Caused the farmer to loose his pockets

Leaving worms to dig the dirt

While the animals die and flirt


With those faceless kids at it again

Why would I be so surprised at sin?

Time to walk back home to close the door

Til tomorrow’s guarantee of a sunlit precipice



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