The days are ***** nilly now
As we pay the beggars bail
Watching it all go to hell
In a handbag
They leave us with no idea
Of what was in our pockets then
They give a smile, we nod and grin
In our best gladrags
In this circus atmosphere
They entertain us out of fear
Raise in toast five dollar beers
We guzzle and we swallow
When did reality TV
Become the reality we see
And real life become make believe
Who grew this debacle
All join hands, strike up the band
Just don't forget we have no plans
Cuts out a lot on high demand
Leaving nothing to beg, steal, or borrow
So as we take in these ***** nilly days
All grand marshals in our own parade
A stich in time is a stitched that's saved
Back to dragging knuckles
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
The days are ***** nilly now
As we pay the beggars bail
Watching it all go to hell
In a handbag
They leave us with no idea
Of what was in our pockets then
They give a smile, we nod and grin
In our best gladrags
In this circus atmosphere
They entertain us out of fear
Raise in toast five dollar beers
We guzzle and we swallow
When did reality TV
Become the reality we see
And real life become make believe
Who grew this debacle
All join hands, strike up the band
Just don't forget we have no plans
Cuts out a lot on high demand
Leaving nothing to beg, steal, or borrow
So as we take in these ***** nilly days
All grand marshals in our own parade
A stich in time is a stitched that's saved
Back to dragging knuckles
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