Far beyond there lies a vaudeville where creatures are gathering
The assembly cackle and drool at a land slowly dying
The monologue begins
The man is abandoned
And he cracks an empty smile like an oyster that’s been shucked and dead
The company the red posies they spring and they whisper
Sweet tragedy
There’s a bird who is broken down
She hunts the soil so her young can feed
But the morning never stays for long and the flock will starve for needs
This is the
And the crowd cheered as the men as beasts destroyed the crop and field
Sweet tragedy
The ensemble’s tune of wretched abandon
Where desperate souls
They litter the pavement
Where beasts roam the world in arrogant fashion