Song About Disappointment

Our brush with success first came When we sold everything in a buyer's market Cling cling went the change in our pockets Away it went when we bought the rockets I took aim, my fire wasn't friendly Everything was welcome, the people played a medley for me Trick writers of the world, most hilarious They're bad, embarrassingly so They got theirs when I launched what was mine Which at the time seemed plenty and appropriate Cut to us not sitting or standing Stood up, still small, with our six knees on A demand exists for something golden and breathy Demanded of something neither golden nor breathy So please Ignore This plea Made for a republic Even I won't recognize