More and more and moribund
Empty empty like our funds
Share the love and be the one
To give the shove and sour fun

More than little air and fresh
Tearing bearing veggie flesh
When the planted dirty day
Sings the wind song as we say

Yet again we lost the plot
Barbing wiring 'lectric swat
Flies and tries and lying flat
Into lines whose sand we spat

Shove away and toss the story
Baked and prodded into glory
Wherefore and another twenty
Paid for years of less than plenty