To every loon
(spin, spin, spin)
There is a reason
(spin, spin, spin)
And a time for special pleading
Under heaven.
A time to make fun
Of people who died.
A time to excuse
The times when you lied.
A time to laugh
At things that are sad.
A time to post that bullshit ain’t so bad.
[chorus]
A time to reject
The plain truth of day.
A time to run
When brave people stay.
A time to smell shit
And say it’s OK.
A time to reap where others had to pay.
[chorus]
[more to follow as the spirit moves]
Copyright © 2010 Cato the Elder