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