The drug addicts dance off against the alcoholics
As tribal music crosses green fields and
Teenagers smoke their weed while back home
Their parents drink chilled rose and fuck on the kitchen table
Probably
Everyone is so young
And vital
And we recall those times when you had no call to
Lie to yourself
And laughter arrived as spontaneity
And today was today
Was today
A call came
A trip to the hospital
An emergency
The gods sometimes say fuck you and your wistful memory
And your only choice is to
Say yeah
Well
Ok…