A Sad Lament

You came exactly on the hour

You know such precision worries me

I like it but in her mower [unknown]

As you watch me from the balconyTake the stage and take the plunge

Break a leg or a bust a lung

I'll disarm those who carry guns

And neutralize their caustic tonguesThe shattered fragments of a star

Shining with a cruel content

We'll make our way to Tommy's Bar

While whistling a sad lamentThat's what you are

That's what you are

That's what you are

That's what you are

What you are