To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.
Cheap is small and not too steep, best of all cheap is cheap.
You hate me and I hate you, so at least we understand each other.
Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.
The day we were born, we were all God's children.
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.