My lady's gonna be a glad girl, mh a sad girl.
My evil mood was not the worst-case, mh the best-case.

Those tremendous centuries of glory have passed.
A giant billow washed honour and sincerity away.
Do you seriously believe in the future morn?
Those destructive ants press nature really to the wall.
Is it just mere escape that remains for us misfits?

Everyone condemns such mad boys, mh such sad boys.

Most suspicious managers of downstream bail out.
While you and John Doe must struggle to the bitter end in vain.
What's the payoff we gain from today's media world?
Cage bird wisdom words: Life has a bitter taste at all.
Think we have lost the range like extinct creatures of past.

Hence ev'rywhere you find a loose cooze, mh a snooze goose.
But she was all in all a doom fay, mh a bloom fay.