Service

Why do you have a cloud in your eye? Walked downstairs Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket Streets were grey and clean for a change Must have been the rain Thought transference And this man in digs with me would spit out Two or three teeth a night on the floor Winter is here, unlike yourself Cold, pulled my shirt up Service Kicked the leaves Learning about time Time of the vulperines Time of the wolverines They sit rotting, the leaves Kick the brown branches, it is here I came home and found I could say the word "entrepreneur" And my problem began Service (Every man wants to be what he is not.) At my feet, one who laughs at anything And at my head, one that laughs at nothing And I'm just in-between This day's portion Service (You would not like it if you knew it) (Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?) Winter is here I've got a witch on my left shoulder My future's here Now I will kick the broken branches They're this day's portion of this day's portion Didn't want to wake up and learn I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur" Wandered around, found out Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth Every man jack wants to be what he is not Service Little boys are taking over They mumble through the grass There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines Too many heads knocking about Service This day's portion, this day's portion Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?