we could do with going anywhere
somewhere that we could swing
i could do with going anytime
as long as i could swing
sometimes i see almost anywhere
the prostitution of talents
but i'm so busy trying to bury this
when almost everyone has been stripped
now stripped and starved of stature
but still must suckle the young
i can not impose upon myself
or even get a grip on my tongue
we have lost what we can not renew
that which i care for and regard
regarded as the most precious thing
we've lost the reason to swing
