Well now It seems we have found ourselves
woken up from youthful slumber
broken backs from heavy lumber
and it is a reckoning hour
and the sweetness of life has become sour
and all our choices have baked in bread
And out of reach now to choose instead
is the other door
Well now then  a dilemma
feet are not on Terra fir-ma
and we must face what we have thrown to the wind
caution's yellow tape my friend
and it has been broken by
fools and unscrupulous passers by
we are them yet we still ask why
Calamity finds us.