720 Times Happier Than the Unjust Man

Twenty miles walking down El Camino I was starving for young people we know No one calls but to weigh in against us No one comes but to leave on the next bus I forget who could hand out the birth rights I forget who could break up the cat fights I forget who adjusted our high chairs I forget who could talk us down out of our nightmares 720 times happier than the unjust man Dream the heaven where women fight hand to hand Help the galley slave be all he can I can tell that the industry's ravaged I could steal gas and live like a savage Sell it off if it isn't a canned good Break the twelve-string acoustic to pieces for firewood I can tell that you'd cut through the chatter I can tell that the critics would scatter I can tell by intangible somethings I can tell by your preference of smart things to dumb things Carve a way for the greater good Lose the dogs at the river bank You were kissing the summer gods, hot and rank Choose your meal from our display tank Eyes still adjusting I have nothing to look at you with But the mood that I'm in I fill my days with work because I am lazy The way a coward is hungry to get in any fight That he can win What to do now with Pallas Athena Sharing space with the vats of retsina What to do with two heros in one plot What to say to two Johnnies who showed up on one spot Something old better fall and die When you ride in on something new And that's the deal that's been made between death and you That's the deal that's been made between death and you