Here we all are. Born into a struggle. To come so far. But end up returning to dust. . Oxfam panache tips his hat. He has no truck with idle chat. (Work to be done).
That's something that you're laughing at me. And I hope you know what it is that you're laughing about. Cos it won't be long now 'til they're reeling you in.
As the cheerless towns pass my window. I can see a washed out moon through the fog. And then a voice inside my head. Breaks the analogue And says. "Follow me down to the valley below.