Yesterday the poppies sprang
From bodies of complaint
Heroes mown in thousands
To preserve a coat of paint
That once was spread on thin air
And is consequently faint
Without it got to my time-zone
This evening
And here's the future
Here and now for what it's worth
And hallelujah
There ain't a way this fool can leave this earth
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The company this evening
Are conveniently spaced
As not to rock the boat
On which they placed themselves in haste
In rows of nuclear hutches
Watching boxes and disgraced
On board the sinking Mayflower
Of the conscience
From bodies of complaint
Heroes mown in thousands
To preserve a coat of paint
That once was spread on thin air
And is consequently faint
Without it got to my time-zone
This evening
And here's the future
Here and now for what it's worth
And hallelujah
There ain't a way this fool can leave this earth
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The company this evening
Are conveniently spaced
As not to rock the boat
On which they placed themselves in haste
In rows of nuclear hutches
Watching boxes and disgraced
On board the sinking Mayflower
Of the conscience
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