its tribute of wild tears

[fledgist]

 at the last end naught's left but a bare name

there is no straight account of loss or gain

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

this is the price each pays to avoid shame

to keep things hidden and stave off the stain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

 

this siren blast will serve to point the blame

right where you want it where you won't complain

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

instead some mention of the sort of game

that you would play so you could ascertain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

 

no one has set the picture in its frame

the proper sequence is not yet in train

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

after this run no wonder you turn lame

there's no escape you must accept the pain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim