(A tad old, so you'll have to keep the titsy bitsy political sentiment in perspective. Just thought I'd... catch up and say sumpin. Hi all again, I suppose.)



In the grey dawn

Beneath the helicopter sighing

I can’t hear the news

The gloved pallbearers bring

In coffins like music boxes

We wind up to find our grief

Ding dong ding dong surprise



Follow the hollow heartbeats

of this sullen old ghost town

to the inverted center

where the cracked gold bell is found

And if it calls to you

Would it call to you?



In the grey light

Underneath the children crying

I can only see the shoes

The sighing ladies swing

As the ceremony squanders

We line up and begin to sing

Ding dong ding dong surprise



Follow the hollow heartbeats

To where our wasted tears oft lie

To beyond the sunrise

Where the soldiers go to die

And if they call to you

Would they call to you?



Would that the obituaries

Lying there are lying to us now

and the other line begins

to laugh as we begin to frown

would that it were a joke

a ringing of some bell



ding dong ding dong surprise.