Failure's child is weak and mild

Wide-eyed and ___________

A moment is the most 

She'll hang her day upon

Others plan a life

Without the faintest hope of change

And belay all her knowledge

Of where hope has gone





In these ugly times 

An ugly mind will have its say

And your betters would not

Have it any other way





Oh my eyesfor the sins

I may not shed

Burn like coals

Inside my head

Smoldering black

And flaming red





Oh my eyesfor the sins

I may not shed

Burn like coals

Inside my head

Smoldering black

And flaming red





Reconciled and pacified

By bread and circus clowns

Who keep you all in stitches

As they keep you down

Dust yourself down





Tell me what on earth

The fuss was for

'Cause what you've seen is nothing

To what's still in store





In these ugly times

An ugly mind will have its say

And your betters would not

Have it any other way





Oh my eyesfor the sins

I may not shed

Burn like coals

Inside my head

Smoldering black

And flaming red





Oh my eyesfor the sins

I may not shed

Burn like coals

Inside my head

Smoldering black

And flaming red





Oh my eyesfor the sins

I may not shed

Burn like coals

Inside my head

Smoldering black

And flaming red