An Elegant Chaos

歌詞

Busy at home I was happy for a while But the joke is over Looking down At the carefully laid out infamy Take a scythe, take a scythe, To the rotting core Of man-vegetaton Now I sigh At the cool cool attitude to ignorance The look in your eye When you gave this to me Just put me on my guard In this elegant chaos I stand to one side Shouting "ha" Was I forced into this? Or was it given to me? It's a nice idea - As a gift Or as something to try for a while 70 years? It's neither one thing nor the other My big fear Is to dig it at last And have it taken away The look in your eyes When you gave this to me Just put me on my guard In this elegant chaos I stand to one side It's not a problem of secrecy I take it in my stride Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? Faces to the glass I see them televise my death Oh, and here comes the part Where I break down and cry. People I see Just remind me of mooing Like a cow on the grass And that's not to say That there's anything wrong With being a cow anyway But people are people With the added advantage Of the spoken word We're getting on fine But I feel more of a man When I get with the herd.