I write in hopes that by the time you get this letter    We may live to see a change for the better    Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives    When the cold facts and figures all add up    They cannot contradict this sad burlesque    This sad burlesque    With miserable failures making entertainment of our fate    Laughter cannot dignify of elevate    This sad burlesque       Now can they recall being young and idealistic    Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic    The pitying smirk    The argument runs like clockwork    Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop       P.S. Well by now you know the worst of it    And we've heard all the alibis that they've rehearsed    The smug predictions    If it's not a contradiction    Keep faith in human nature    And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque