| "Promising Mediocrity" | |
| The jewels in the grass, they simply melt beneath my feet and the state of mind in current vogue is lather rinse, repeat You can save the whales, fight the foes, right the wrongs, recount the woes, but the dew will still be dampening my toes and the boys will still be fighting in the street (chorus) Time to take your turn against the poor and time to learn about the ones who spent their lives coming before give a little space the mindless race would appreciate a little more a little grace beyond the shore in every face the world erases any cure The gold and copper sheen has always fallen from the trees and the patrons of a restaurant insincerely tell you "please" You can cure the plague, break the grip, build the projects, raise the ship, But the girls will still be on their shopping trip and the lawyers will still estimate their fees | |