Ding dong one witch is dead
and another scales the closet
and hurls abuse from up on high
at all of you below.
Ding dong what’s wrong, revolution’s dead
it’s with O’Leary raping Darwin’s ghost.
The future is a certainty but the past is unexplored.
The mode, the chicish mania
soon will be our shame
new morals, lies, define them such
will amount to much the same…