Just
see the mess they're making
They live so carelessly
With all their fine inventions
What fools these mortals be
They get someone to love them
Then treat them shamelessl
In
spite of good intentions
What fools these mortals be
It's time to go to bed
When someone calls them out to play
And messes up their head
How easily they're led astray
They
find a little heaven
Then throw away the key
They just cant stand perfection
What fickle fools
These mortals be
(from the CD "The
Long Arm of Love"
with music by Simon Wallace published by Bucks music)