Let us lie awhile
And tell tall tales till dawn
We'll wake before the generals

And together see them off
You burn the dispatches
And i'll put the kettle on


Beware of the professionals
Poets !@^%s revolutionaries

They have no interest
In curing anything


These coffee grounds almost
Make life worth living out
If it wasn't for that

Hissing on your radio
He lacks the courtesy
To off himself at home


Beware of the professionals
Poets !@^%s revolutionaries

They have no interest
In curing anything


That old snake oil salesman
Is back again
The strings have wrung

His puppets dead
We dance down
The same old ground

To our graves...