An Elegant Chaos

Busy at home

I was happy for a while but the joke is over

Looking down

At the carefully laid out infammy

Take a scythe, take a scythe

To the rotting core of man-vegetation

Now I sigh

At the cool, cool attitude to ignorance

The look in your eye when you gave this to me

Just put me on my guard

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

Shouting, "Ha!"

Was I forced into this or was it given to me?

It's a nice idea

As a gift or as something to try for a while

70 years

It's neither one thing nor the other

My big fear

Is to dig it at last and have it taken away

The look in your eyes when you gave this to me

Just put me on my guard

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

It's not a problem of secrecy

I take it in my stride

Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? (Ugh)

Faces to the glass, I see them televise my death

Oh, and here comes the part where I break down and cry

People I see

Just remind me of mooing like a cow on the grass

And that's not to say

That there's anything wrong with being a cow anyway

But people are people

With the added advantage of the spoken word

We're getting on fine

But I feel more of a man when I get with the herd

The look in your eyes when you gave this to me

Just put me on my guard

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

In this elegant chaos, I stand to one side

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah