They’ll be putting on a show

Inviting all their friends making sure everybody knows

The time it took to formulate the feng shui

It doesn’t always work out that way

As the people gather round

The clinking of the hired flutes’ll chime in with the sound

The room is spinning light are dimming

They’ll say it doesn’t always work out that way

The vision spawns the next idea

But giving birth to something real is too on the money

The installation’s got to be a somersault of expectation looping round the room

Not too predictable or in tune

Be careful who you’re ripping off

The wrong tear here and you’re out the back door

Stuck in the ally with the riff raff

For the cold and wet final act