wake
break
fast
go to
work
slow
and
know
my own worth
so
I won't be
getting paid.

When I thought of penny-farthing lane and the girl who lived at twenty-nine, the girl who should have by rights been mine and that slimy toad who lived up the road,
I cried,

he stole her away and you might chime in and say, the blame's on you, you didn't do enough, wasn't her Knight in shining, yeah, yeah, everyone wants to chime in with what I didn't do,

and now it's work
no play,
no
isn't that the way
it always ends?