Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark
the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and shit doesn't stink
we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend
two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate
we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out