we could do with going anywhere
 somewhere that we could swing
 i could do with going anytime
 as long as i could swing
 sometimes i see almost anywhere
 the prostitution of talents
 but i'm so busy trying to bury this
 when almost everyone has been stripped
 now stripped and starved of stature
 but still must suckle the young
 i can not impose upon myself
 or even get a grip on my tongue
 we have lost what we can not renew
 that which i care for and regard
 regarded as the most precious thing
 we've lost the reason to swing