In a land far away,
Where things were so wrong, filled with danger.
With talk of disease, thank you and please,
Quite far from pure light or a manager.
And I realised then,
That the women and men,
Who lived in this grey sea of sorrow,
Had lost all their hope, And were dangling a rope,
Planning our death for tomorrow.
Dear, I grabbed you right up,
You were my favourite pup, And I ran to the streets fairly screaming,
But you were pretty dead,
For there was no safe bed,
Only parties of death ever streaming.
Filled with metal and pills,
And medicinal thrills,
I just snapped; there was no place to go.
I was deep in despair,
For I do care,
You lie dead, and I cry, don’t you know?
Here the parties they blare, And the evil eyes stare,
I stand with you there in my arms.
As they’ll hasten to prove, this place will improve,
PAnd that progress is filled with some charms.
So, stay asleep, Dear,
For there’s too much to fear, And I can not remove you from this.
All are driven insane; living on the hopeful lane,
I will seal your death with a kiss.
Postlude: As I walk on the street, A red wagon we meet, And I lay you right down, my dear heart. And you’ll there come alive, For the world won’t survive, We’ll drive far in our small, red cart.