Bleating and babbling, we fell on his neck with a scream,
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream,
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead.
You better stay home, and do as your told,
Get out of the road if you wanna grow old.
Hmm, maybe I need some coffee…
If you didn’t care what happened to me,
And I didn’t care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.