• "Have We Reached The End Of The Line?"

    Have we come to the end of the line
    Cried the beggar on queens street
    I thought he'd gone and lost his mind
    Averting my eyes and moving my feet

    Ignorance was a wonderful trick
    Strolling past these houses of board
    Not of fresh wood or cut brick
    But of playing cards from our lord

    Partitioned by a royal decree
    The golden rot slums to pave
    While the parliament jesters cried jubilee
    We were swimming in our grave

    Court children in their brine
    Once called king to foul crook
    The ever failing poverty line
    To him is but a coloring book

    The bottom class' liberties are spent
    Cold rulings passed from above
    Working to the bone to pay rent
    Is the only crime I'm guilty of

    And as I gaze at the old man in kind
    The beggar fool stares icily at me
    Waving his apocalyptic post sign
    Could a rebellion set us free?

    Whispering contortions on gilt leaf
    Gypsy entourage following suit
    Soothing secrets payed in relief
    A bank note the devil's root

    Secret message engraved in the skin
    A sign of rebellious notions
    Apples applauded vestigial whim
    As the social debt is bayed convulsions

    Old King George in evening gown
    Sleeping under matches and tender
    Shillings lining his corpse in a mound
    Tossing the constitution in the blender

    The merciless vengeance coup
    Carried by dark star color guard
    The olden reign of terror is through
    For our pence and freedom was marred

    As I dance away with Elizabeth
    The violin sings merriment fine
    Anarchy fasted us to our death
    As we were hung on the poverty line

    Have We Reached The End Of the Line?