• Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er
    Crush the car and clean the splatter
    Wash the road of brain-bled matter
    Clear the scene of tragedy.
    Dress them up in all the trimmings
    Split the cost and praise their winnings
    Blabber on of new beginnings
    Not of how it used to be.
    Bite the hand that stayed the gun
    Don’t think that you’re the only one
    To burn below this fetid sun
    Oh no, life ain’t for free.
    So have a drink and crack a smile
    Stay here for a little while
    Copping out just ain’t your style
    There’s more here yet to see.