The Actors Are So Much Sharper Now, Nobody Can Tell It’s A Play.
The Stories Are So Much Stranger Now, Love Songs Seem Like A Maze.
So Dear Grasshopper, Don’t Jump So High Now, You’ll Forget Who You Are,
You’ll Get Caught In A Cage, Or Fly Like An Aero-Plane.

The Days Of Flowers Are Over Now, Beehives Are Built From Human Wastes.
It Was Love, When You Said, “ Cricket, Like The Game! ”, I Know Love Is Pure,
And I Would Love To Keep You In My Lawn, But You Want To Touch The Sun,
So Dear, Don’t Brood Over Your Crimes Now, Take A Mighty Jump, For Freedom.

The Rules Are So Easy Now, You Can Hit And Laugh,
The Sunshine Shivers So Bad Now, She’s Getting Old, Says The City’s Cold.
I’ve Heard You’re In Love With Your Sorrow Now, The Companion Of Strange Dreams,
But I’m Glad You’ve Taken That Flight,
True Sadness Is Better Than Faking Happiness Every Night.

• In The Sleazy Streets Of A Lovely Lady