Drums
The sound of fortune
Beating chick-chings into registers
Cash in, cash in
See the puppets work their wage,
What is life without amusement?
Without the cheque to buy it?
Ignore the happy seagulls cry
Smiles from your garbage
As you mutter
And curse God
So much wrong with your life
Butterflies beset blue skies
In three day life serenity
But the till doesnt balance
Got to fire another girl
Back to cardboard street existence
Rags and bags
Ha-ha
Register to register
Thats the life were all condemned to
