Trial By Error (Part Two)
Spring has marched in with gleam
To awake the hibernating regime
Which calls the citizenry to the town square
To resolve its crime rate and filthy air
The town crier shuts up his cosmic mouth
And nationalists migrate to the nasty south
To squander their home town wage
They walk the foretold path of the thick sage
And you have slept in with your love this morning
Missing sunday school and the smog warning
The learners are crafting cardboard gas masks
The teachers are mad, the mule lost your tasks
So you lie with a girl in the sun getting tanned
With your face in her long hair smelling the sand
You are the only one not on the run in doubt
If you love a loser, you're surely a lout.
Join pageant marching down the street
Bagging the life shopper to keep their receipt
When the earth is flooding in cold water
Your fiancée will think you're your father's daughter
With a mean spirit, and less than a pig
You'll sleep all alone losing your gig
And if you wanta show her the real truth
You'll come off as a pervent more than a sleuth
With a sum of dead weight on her shoulder
You should see she sweet, woman beholder
The mess ain't yours, but she is far off crying
Come on, make her laugh, and keep on prying
Because your old man is too much a bear
And he's not yet too out spoken to despair
You from growing up and seeing a strong miss
Tease you with the love between which exists
Spring has marched in with gleam
To awake the hibernating regime
Which calls the citizenry to the town square
To resolve its crime rate and filthy air
The town crier shuts up his cosmic mouth
And nationalists migrate to the nasty south
To squander their home town wage
They walk the foretold path of the thick sage
And you have slept in with your love this morning
Missing sunday school and the smog warning
The learners are crafting cardboard gas masks
The teachers are mad, the mule lost your tasks
So you lie with a girl in the sun getting tanned
With your face in her long hair smelling the sand
You are the only one not on the run in doubt
If you love a loser, you're surely a lout.
Join pageant marching down the street
Bagging the life shopper to keep their receipt
When the earth is flooding in cold water
Your fiancée will think you're your father's daughter
With a mean spirit, and less than a pig
You'll sleep all alone losing your gig
And if you wanta show her the real truth
You'll come off as a pervent more than a sleuth
With a sum of dead weight on her shoulder
You should see she sweet, woman beholder
The mess ain't yours, but she is far off crying
Come on, make her laugh, and keep on prying
Because your old man is too much a bear
And he's not yet too out spoken to despair
You from growing up and seeing a strong miss
Tease you with the love between which exists