The composers that died being read
The riot act that went on too long
For a taxi ride there and back
And when you awaken you will realise
You dreamt all that.
The world turned back on that computer advertising
And to Dream all that I’d have to be in
Your in for a even longer wait now
With all the apples that Fell to earth
The otters that juiced them by the roadside.
As we read headlines that say.
Disfranchised fruit machines kills
As magazines of slated standby
For Old fashioned no comment.