The last rays of sunlight were purple
on the day the last fat cat died.
From the street corners
we saw them chasing
their tails,
bailing water
that was rising high.
It could never
last forever,
whatever they said--
--Could we ever have prepared
for that Fall?
Call the Springtime.
No Rewind of Our Discontent.
Meant to seize this
while their machines stalled.
Look alive. Stay with me...
I wanna be there
when the missiles drop.
Wanna be there when the pavement cracks
and scoop up the last embers of this city
while you hold my hand.
I wanna be there
when illusions fail.
Wanna be there when their smirks turn sour.
When the last of all the fat cats starves.
When they see the passing of their hour.
Look alive. Stay with me...
The last rays of sunlight were splitting
off Their glass towers' cracking panes.
From the bus stops we
saw them--their faces
went grey,
flailing Dollars
could not pad their pains.
It could never
hold forever,
this Center they bought.
But they never did prepare
for the end.
Call the Springtime.
No Rewind of Our Discontent.
Meant to shout it
but the message sent.
Look alive. Stay with me...
I wanna be there
when the pavement cracks.
Wanna be there when logistics fail.
And two-step on the cinders of this **** heap
while the masters wail.
I wanna be there
when their money burns.
Wanna be there when their neckties squeeze.
When the last of all their bonds will merge
When the fat cats die upon their knees.
Wanna be there when the missiles drop
And scoop up the last embers of this city
while you hold my hand.
Look alive...
Not TOO bad, I don't think for a first piece in a LONG ol' time.