Consolation Song

khawaga

some's got all and some's got nothing
some get a crypt • most get a coffin
the turmoil we are living in is pretty hard to tell
we better leave the road as is but walk it fairly well
the cards are dealt for anyone to care
sometimes the deal is seemingly unfair
you start up with a loss and reach the bottom of the charts
you strike the two of clubs and then you beat the queen of hearts

grounded on the surface of the day
the night is waving friendly close away
homeless and forlorn • being overruled and scorn
you find yourself at home where all the bitches have been born
righteousness delivers you the fare
a ticket to the welfare but be ware
of the vultures in the hallway and the belly worms inside
you'd better leave your bowels clean and seek and run and hide

down along the line you've gotta find
some kind of kindly mare of your own kind
go and and copulate yourself and bring some children to be born
leave them unacquainted and the faith will bring them on
some will die and some have better luck
anyhow they're bound for getting stuck
in the clamp of life aside the anvil of the goddamned smith
whose plant were not at all the very goddamned blessed grith

when life solutions get that narrow
it's down to beg and steal or borrow
take a look around yourself and join the choir in this song
most probably you're back where you belong