Far beyond there lies the vaudeville where creatures are gathering   The assembly cackle and drool at a land slowly dying   The monologue begins   The man is abandoned   He cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that's been shucked and dead   The company, the red posies they sprang and they whispered      Sweet tragedy      "There's a bird who is broken down   She hunts the soil so her young can feed   But the morning never stays for long   And the flock will starve for needs"   This is the act you see, our seeds were sown in fertile soil   And the crowd all cheered as the men as beasts destroyed the crop and field      Sweet tragedy      The ensemble's tune of wretched abandoned   Where desperate souls   They litter the pavement   Where beasts roam the world   In arrogant fashion   Trampling the harvest and spoiling the soil