theres 44 old brown shoes sittin on the floor
and masochistic designers are begging yet for more
with slavish devotion to this rictualistic chore
as you look upon this world through your fathers eyes once more
whilst friday is the day when the poets arts do shine
and horror is the genre for which you all do pine
its a mans mans world based on weakness hate and fear
with superficial insincerity as the nature of the tear
whilst the beureaucrats art defines the nature of the form
that is the very law to which you must conform
but you can never better second
to this silver service theme
and no contains the words
that ar never what they mean
with death the only way
that you might get release
and find at last a chance
of any bloody peace