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