All [bad word] s crashing down inside

The windows to the other side

Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of

‘Oh well if it’s happening there

It isn’t here’, and god appears to deal 

different hand to different tiers

But this play is not over yet

Hear the music of those marionettes 

Beating [bad word] down the quiet streets

Of ignorance and vain regrets

And all these fears [bad word] to pass 

Presently she feels we’re past

Cups of tea and optimistic prayers

Cos out there’s our unholy mess

Gathering its long white dress

And marching down aisle to marry this

Matrimonial future bliss

Kiss the tide and hope it doesn’t lift up your

Carpet woven from apathy and token frets 

All [bad word] 

But this play is not over yet

Hear the music of those marionettes 

Beating [bad word] down the quiet streets

Of ignorance and vain regrets