The last rays of sunlight were purple on the day the last fat cat died. From the street corners we saw them chasing their tails, bailing water that was rising high.
It could never last forever, whatever they said-- --Could we ever have prepared for that Fall? Call the Springtime. No Rewind of Our Discontent. Meant to seize this while their machines stalled.
Look alive. Stay with me...
I wanna be there when the missiles drop. Wanna be there when the pavement cracks and scoop up the last embers of this city while you hold my hand. I wanna be there when illusions fail. Wanna be there when their smirks turn sour. When the last of all the fat cats starves. When they see the passing of their hour.
Look alive. Stay with me...
The last rays of sunlight were splitting off Their glass towers' cracking panes. From the bus stops we saw them--their faces went grey, flailing Dollars could not pad their pains.
It could never hold forever, this Center they bought. But they never did prepare for the end. Call the Springtime. No Rewind of Our Discontent. Meant to shout it but the message sent.
Look alive. Stay with me...
I wanna be there when the pavement cracks. Wanna be there when logistics fail. And two-step on the cinders of this **** heap while the masters wail. I wanna be there when their money burns. Wanna be there when their neckties squeeze. When the last of all their bonds will merge When the fat cats die upon their knees.
Wanna be there when the missiles drop And scoop up the last embers of this city while you hold my hand.
Look alive...
Not TOO bad, I don't think for a first piece in a LONG ol' time.