inn those strange places
where the village people dwell
and psychiatrists do prowl
for victims there tales to tell
to the thrum of disco rhythms
that are decades way to late
where the sailor and the indian
give advice to those who hate
them for the gifts god did bestow
about wher they ought to go
whilst those pleasant conversations
about whats inside your head
have they nothing else to do
with there lives instead
as you find out that the answer in the struggle yet to thrive
is for reasons no one knows simpley 45