My rosemary glasses

have lost all their flavor

And now the world

is just as grim as it is

The cray'ns are now dull

as they scatter around

fingerless children play

on the kangaroo's mines

Midas come here

with your sweet golden touch

and turn our dark hearts

into gild'd gold lumps of coal

Fuel in the fire

the flames moving higher

as the dogs fill their pipes

and suck on their weed

Smoke fills the sky

as the penguins fly by

flapping their wings

along the colourless rift

The ground is all black

the faces are ugly

the world does not welcome

come one and come all

Don't cry my fair lady

I'll give you a song

about rosemary glasses

that color the world.