THROUGH OUR FUNNY LITTLE LOGIC
Through our funny little logic,the sun went down to rise again,to something differentWhat did the frame contain? 900 deaths today,you sayHurray...but death every dayLet us halt the scaremongering scoundrels,polluting the streets with cruel howls of anxietyfor you are letting the tabloid sun brighten your dayForget not,how the moon dancedin its own exosphere planethe old soul did not fatigueNow ...