And, the Poet dipped his plume
In the Priest’s sacred rune,
He said, “I’ve got a poem for your pig.”

And the Priest tipped his hat,
And preached out the bad,
As the pig, tied it up in Cuffleys, if ya' dig.

And the Poet said a lie,
But the Priest caught him just in time
To marry, and then bury all them words

And the Pig, he just squealed,
As the Priest ate his last meal,
As the Sergeant of the rifle squad lit their cigs

“Have mercy on our souls, brothers, it's out to go,” said the Priest to the line.
And the Poet stood and gleamed, just to write his own eulogy
As the Pig, had he read his own rites this time.

Our futures so high,
But aren’t we all just doing the same.
You’ve got reflections in your eyes,
Of things that you’ll never blame

Now, Lefty rose his green in his cigarette machine,
As a lawyer clamps his arm with a clip
And the leopard doesn’t know how much green went up his nose,
But he knows he's still got his coat to bargain with.

And the lawyer made a deal.
And man, it's such a steal.
Aw, well you’re sparks follow you for your life
Lefty asked "Are ya' cold?"
Head over heart like eager boys
As the Leopard wrapped up the situation, in spite.

Our futures so high,
But aren’t we all just doing the same.
You’ve got reflections in your eyes,
Of things that you’ll never blame

Oh, Our futures so high,
But aren’t we all just doing the same.
You’ve got your money in your mouth,
And aren't we all eating for free?


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