I write in hopes that by time you get this letter We may live to see change for the better Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives When the cold facts and figures all add up They contradict this sad burlesque
This sad With miserable failures making entertainment of our fate Laughter cannot dignify of elevate This sad burlesque
Now can recall being young idealistic Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic The pitying smirk The argument runs like clockwork Will run eventually and splutter to a stop
Well by now you know the worst of it And we've heard all the alibis that they've rehearsed The smug predictions it's not a contradiction Keep faith in human nature And have mercy on the in this sad burlesque