Everyman is
No more than a speck of sand
In the beach of life
How cruel the hard world
That sees men die of hunger
And more from eating
Both the kangaroo
And digeridoo are few
In Tullamore town
Short skirt, low cut top
Swaying drunkenly slurring words
Evolved woman: yes?
There is no sound now
All the drunks are off the street
Home: maybe in a cell
Soft white winter snows
Bring joy to the children's eyes
And dread to old hearts.
He fights being so strong
His might makes him be right
But not before God
No more than a speck of sand
In the beach of life
How cruel the hard world
That sees men die of hunger
And more from eating
Both the kangaroo
And digeridoo are few
In Tullamore town
Short skirt, low cut top
Swaying drunkenly slurring words
Evolved woman: yes?
There is no sound now
All the drunks are off the street
Home: maybe in a cell
Soft white winter snows
Bring joy to the children's eyes
And dread to old hearts.
He fights being so strong
His might makes him be right
But not before God
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