Law of Lines

I see a man in a suit
the world falling on his head.
I see girls and boys
bumping and led,
Mechanical lovers,
pushers and shovers.

I see him standing alone
A broken back holding him up.
They see dead and rich
tripping him up,
Bitter like Faters,
Friendly like Haters.

He drops his breif case
from his finger tips.
No stopping now,
We've busy lips.
We've no mothers,
Sisters and Brothers.

Busy Bus
driven by
Busy us
flying by
Privy us
Tell a lie
Divy us
Livid high
Follow through
Give a ring
Lucky few
Let me sing

Given this
sad affair
never fear
angel hair.

If he ever gets back home,
Wife and kids to postpone.
and Taxi drivers out of gas
lets still moan and groan.
He's no happier
we're no sadder.
He's no gladder,
They're no madder.

Lighten up
Fill'er up
Chill out
fill out
forms again
lies again

you're no better
We're no lower