HONEY BEAR
You who look to the sky
Look up there with your one good eye
This is for, this is for you
You who stand by the roadside
Mourning that flat old toad
This is for, this is for you, honey bear
You who rub your weary bones
While the tyrants climb their thrones
This is for, this is for you, honey bear
There you lie, cannot sleep
Cannot laugh and cannot weep
This is for, this is for you, honey bear
And as you sit and watch the world’s decay
A silent thought appears: Not to obey
Then you go, another round
With the other tired old greyhounds
This is for, this is for you, honey bear
Time is like a drunken clown
Haunting you and your old hometown
This is for, this is for you, honey bear.
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