High Of Defenses - Migala
You might watch him right now
At the office when nobody's around
You might possibly see a rosary of pearls
Little tongues crossing his beard
And it's strange but confirms that old theory about time
Each day you exist you have more crowns to clean
So there he is in the ill empty hall
Vainly trying to wipe his grieved soul
Feeling like a midnight queen of the house
But knowing tomorrow it will be more than a crown
And it's strange but at least for a while
I like that man
That fat boy that sweats and could be me
