Lyrics

They're more prepared to deal with pain perhaps Than you could be in all your life's long years The lazy lip of sea, it calmly laps Beneath the looming disco's tens of tears Or sure their fondest love is for a fake An obviously fake contrived ideal In hotels high above the foaming lake Above bone plates he'd tie with lamb and veal And breathing smoke since folded into air And waving bills since spent on kid's grand schools Some fat cat calculated it right there The thing they'd turn so selflessly such tools The polished plate betrays a vacant host But they're more prepared to deal with pain than most