Poor Rush Hope and his gorgeous aching thought
Imagine the stillness
Beneath his concrete delusion
Mad boy shout
Slow motion elbow grease soaked in reality’s mischief
Stuff it all in a bag full of fun rides
Squandering doohickeys and trinkets
Mad boy shout
Rat-a-tat-tat up
Up in the air
Raffle off those smoke and mirrors
One character at a time
Mad boy shout
Land of the free
Home of the hop skip and a drunk
Your stars and stripes are black all over
Squishy chewy laugh riot all the way to the bank
Mad boy shout
This is it
My everyday clock watching
The path to
Tiddily time
Mad boy shout