Shots in the dark
or
a kick in the head,

we're being led to our slaughter.

Bleat like a sheep
but
we'll go out like lambs,


Never thought we might miss you
didn't bother to kiss you goodbye

on our own now

granny said,
it's a fine kettle of fish when
you get what you wish for
and granny,
God bless her
said lots of things about lots
of things

and again
it's when the fat lady sings
or a fat man in the train forces
you to squeeze past
that you understand
it will only last for a while

the shots missed by a mile
but
I was felled by the kick.