Briefcase, polished and tight    Warm rum out of sight    Last one to the tree    Gets ten digs to the arm    Sunshine song won't leave me    I like crafting horses on a Monday afternoon    I spent all my Boxing Day thinking about a moon    Yesterday's news will always be the same    Wherever you find it    I prefer to rattle their cages    Hoping there's a reason behind it.    Down down deep underground    Leave with a frown    People they stare    Ask me if I care