ATTITUDES
Another day gone, another word said,
Another one born, another one dead.
Food rots in the pantry if people don't share;
But who the hell worries 'cause people don't care
Roses were red and sometimes white,
Natural colours, for your delight,
But now they are blue and it just ain't right
Changing their colours to confuse your sight
Red for danger now its green,
Everywhere you go you've already been
Now we've invented the curious knack,
Of meeting ourselves on the way back.
But we all know that we are the best
We all know more than the rest,
The rest being us on the roundabout,
And once we go in we never come out
Another day gone another word said,
Another night sleeping in a rumpled bed.
Who the hell knows and who the hell cares
Who lays the table and sets the chairs?