My fears, they can grab me
by the throat like an iron fist...

The gavel with its polished stained wood
fights for justice...

Alone in her room
She cries herself to sleep...

But its not my fault, she said
Eyes wondering around the room...

I blew out the stars a long time ago
For what good will they do me here...

Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...

London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...