What?s there what it is
It?s what?s not there that makes
What?s there what it is
Seems like we?re quite in demand
More faint praise, well I?ll be damned
Ship?s run aground on the rocks
Not all that unorthodox
It?s what?s not there that makes
What?s there what it is
Fate cuts her cloth?.
Ragged mean
You miss the ceremony
He sleeps, she wakes, then she tires
Leave us to our frying pan and fires
It?s what?s not there that makes
What?s there what it is
It?s sculpture, sculpture, feed me to the vultures
It?s what?s not there that makes
What?s there what it is