Really don't mind if you sit this one out. 
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. 
I may make you feel but I can't make you think. 
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink. 
So you ride yourselves over the fields and 
you make all your animal deals and 
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. 
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in 
the tidal [bad word] 
the moral melee. 
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers 
the newfangled way. 
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and 
your suntan does rapidly peel and 
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. 

And the love that I feel is so far away: 
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you 
shake your head and 
say it's a shame. 

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. 
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole [bad word]  
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. 

See there!  son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight. 
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. 
We'll 
make a man of him 
put him to trade 
teach him 
to play Monopoly and 
to sing in the rain. 

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water 
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. 
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other 
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. 
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling 
but the master of the house is far away. 
The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding 
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. 
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. 

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. 
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. 

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river 
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: 
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose 
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. 
The young men of the household have 
all gone into service and 
are not to be expected for a year. 
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster 
has formed the plan to change the man he seems. 
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. 

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.  [bad word] from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to [bad word]  

What do you do when 
the old man's gone - do you want to be him?  And 
your real self sings the song. 
Do you want to free him? 
No one to help you get up steam 
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. 

LATER. 
 [bad word] down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. 
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. 
 [bad word] on all you criminals! 
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man 
twenty years too late. 
Your bread and water's going cold. 
Your hair is too short and neat. 
I'll judge you all and make [bad word] sure that no-one judges me. 

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares. 
You're unaware that your doings aren't done. 
And you laugh [bad word] as you tell us what not to be. 
But how are we supposed to see where we [bad word]  
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with 
your rings upon your fingers and 
your downy little sidies and 
your silver-buckle shoes. 
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of [bad word] paper idol 
who lets you bend [bad word]  

So!  [bad word] on ye childhood heroes! 
Won't you rise up from the pages of [bad word] books 
your super crooks 
and show us all the way. 
Well!  Make your will and testament. Won't you? 
Join your lo