O. K. MY BOY
o.k.my boy so i'm up to here
but you've gone so far
that you're nowhere near
to seeing the story
to seeing the pace
all you can think of
is not losing face
the banks have gone frantic
the governments too
the armies get ready
they want to use you
they tell you the danger is everywhere now
who is the enemy, who can tell ?
it may be your boss
or some union chief
it may be your child
or some other creep
they just could be yellow
they just could be brown
fur hats and boots or maybe a gown
no one will say for certain you see
'cause what comes up tomorrow
cannot now be seen
except for some patterns
except for some facts
the building has fallen
you'll soon hear the smack
o.k.my boy so i'm up to here
but you've gone so far
that you're nowhere near
to seeing the story
to seeing the pace
all you can think of
is not losing face