sneak attack
We’re being ambushed by kisses, hit by near misses.
This second is turning real long.
The birth was monstrous, the explanation preposterous.
Won’t somebody hit the gong?
We’ve got knives to our backs, knives to our throats.
Users and losers stand around and gloat.
There was a time when sanity ruled.
There was a time when the king had fools.
All our watches are running out of hours.
Flames are licking our fire towers.
We got to regroup off the beaten track.
Pluck the needle out of the haystack.
We know there’s right, right behind the black.
It’s our turn now to lead a sneak attack.
End days are never-ending; forty lashes are always pending.
The whistler can’t find words for his song.
Humpty Dumpty is falling but it’s not love that’s calling.
Everything that was right is now wrong.
They’ve got concealed traps, ain’t got no bottoms
And mighty little bombs made out of atoms.
There was a time when a word was a bond,
When it was worth more
Than the paper it was written on.
All roads used to lead to Rome.
Now wherever they lead it sure ain’t home.
We’ve got to catch the lost nature of man.
It’s got to be more than catch as catch can.
There’s got to be a direction that money can’t buy.
There’s got to be a direction that’s worth the try.
Life’s got to be more than a pain in the back,
More than the embrace of a sneak attack.
I’m waiting, waiting for you.
I’d tell you that I love you but you already know that I do.