The Law of Average

Lyrics

The law of average says you pay From the moment you're born until your dying day Poor Mr. Casey lost his job Now his pension won't cover his debt to the mob There are swans and bombers, big and small Flying together in the paint on his wall From the Sistine Chapel to the Wailing Wall Like a crumbling mosaic, the empires fall The law of average requires no blood But your clothes will get wet if you lie in the mud There are artificial hearts and flowers Implanted and planted in ivory towers As the weather varies, hot and cold The law of average is a constant zero