It’s no field of daisies
This walk up those stairs
Sad banners flapping
This garden of dreams
I can see those assembled
Exchange their quick glances
As the band dies down
And the snickers fade out
They all know what’s coming
They’ve gathered to see
A neck yanked at noon
And this time it’s me
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
It’s no field of daisies
This walk up those stairs
Sad banners flapping
This garden of dreams
I can see those assembled
Exchange their quick glances
As the band dies down
And the snickers fade out
They all know what’s coming
They’ve gathered to see
A neck yanked at noon
And this time it’s me
