SECONDS

Wallowing in the muck and ignorant to the facts
From the pathetic boulevards to the council prefabs
Pictures of the king in every hall
A solid reminder on every wall
That in a two horse race against a hair from his face
A close shave but you run second

Father, brother, mother, sister
No good sperms are better than others
Lie back while we try to discover why

A pat on the skull for unripe fruit
White dullards in search of roots
Regret the day they found their truths
Now, "Get down boy and clean my boots"
It is only a fashion, an attempt at being modern
But modern for those is strictly secondary

Father, brother, mother, sister
No good firm is better than others
Lie back while we try to discover why

Amazed by the scope but abused by the limit
Goshing and wowing all over the shop
Growing a garden of nice green isms
Endlessly discussing what to stop or start
But get down in the mouth when dirty fingernails speak
Yeah yeah it's another second

Father, brother, mother, sister
No good worms are better than others
Lie back while we try to discover why

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control