Sonic Lens

The word is out, the faithful pack Merging forces, renewed, attack The plan is laid, stage left to right Take same positions, every night Grind and train your sonic lens Upon complacent don’t do dens Length of focus, the depth of field The walls to which our ramps are wheeled The lights go down, a roar goes up A clochard thrusts a plastic cup It’s all for one and one for all The black watch pipes and drummers call Compass, phones and GPS Have all produced the same address Tomorrow is another day We place our goodness on display Our tails are up, our heads are down Our eyes are fixed upon the crown We wore it once. It didn’t fit We couldn’t make good use of it So off we went to find a way To live and fight another day Tails are up, heads are down Eyes are fixed upon the crown