The sense of loss was so complete
I sat out in the yard staring at my feet
I saw them there, young and carefree
Basking in the sun underneath my tree
Alarm bells ring, they don't know anything
But does that stop them whining - well, what do you think?
When they're not making a fool out of me
They're scraping up the shadows of my feeble degree
The world's so hard, it needs such a bard
A bunch of f**ing a**holes seem to hold all the cards
The party people are lost inside
Now how the hell are they ever gonna come alive?