Everything is so hollow
As I in solitude wallow
In the depths of the city of sorrow
And hoping for a better tomorrow.
Desolate and barren is the city
That destroyed itself on self-pity
While thinking of something witty.
It's no longer enough just to say ''titty''.
Though everything is dark,
There's still a light in the city park,
And under that light there is a lark
Announcing itself in the barren dark.
When the dark disappears
And the citizens dry their tears,
It will be time for a few beers.
Untill then, only their free sneers.