The brokenbrained and brokenhearted   Having bled the blues   Tear the world and twist it to their use      Either I’m the weather   Or your sky is bare   Thought I saw a twinkle in your eye –   Do I stare?      Have a seat; have another   The table’s set for two   A confidence grinding into gruel   Oh, he’s cruel      Hope you’re seeing beauty   Through the blackout air   A continent of children trapped   And mothers scared   Life ain’t fair      Here and now   Seal the doubt   Burn it down   Burn that frown   To the ground   Live without   Live without   Love whatever the drugs allow.