Two Gallants
We Are Undone
Father has the marketplace done us any goodLike you always claimed it would?The field is dry and barrenAnd there's blight upon the vineAs long as your cup's fullEverything is fine.Son has your sympathy done any goodLike you always claimed it would?You sing to the choir And they know every lineBut when they leave your worldThey return to mine.You think your voice is realI thunder while you squealSo you can ring their earsBut I'm the one they hear
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