I write in hopes that by the time you get this letter
We may live to see a change for the better
Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives

When the cold facts and figures all add up
They cannot contradict this sad burlesque
This sad burlesque

With miserable failures making entertainment of our fate
Laughter cannot dignify of elevate
This sad burlesque


Now can they recall being young and idealistic
Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic

The pitying smirk
The argument runs like clockwork
Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop


P.S. Well by now you know the worst of it
And we've heard all the alibis that they've rehearsed

The smug predictions
If it's not a contradiction
Keep faith in human nature

And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque