The teacher of truth told tales of trouble times that would begin. And the cynical sewer sowed the sorrowful seeds of seven sins. The people placed a prize upon the prince of perfect peace.
On the park bench I slept on raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me. I hear early morning motors and I know the world is waking for the dawn.
Like a young cold the country was now growing fast. Passenger trains in the east were traveling a hundred miles an hour. People in the country could buy clothes by mail order.