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 shamelessly
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 can ’t 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)