We live life to our merry detriment
this is our entire predicament.
We want what we shouldnt
and do what we oughtnt
giving little thought to consequences
and caring not about the hindrances
we lay in the path for others
who look up to us as older brothers
who should know better, but care not
that the things we sow is only rot
without any sense of decency
or the things that really ought to be.
We search for joy and jubilee
unencumbered by the misery
we leave in our wake as we tread on
over the heads of another mans son.
What is it to us if they couldnt keep up?
We can hardly be blamed for their handicap.
We joyfully dance and sing to a tune
carried to us from over a dune,
we dance and we sing without a care,
happy and blissfully unaware
that the flute-player hails from Hameln
and that were on our way to destruction.
We live life to our merry detriment
this is our entire predicament.
