Sandy Three

Never one to search for gain, every task spent, do you ever feel the rain, or get sore, raising the old fences, foxing at the door, no matter what it takes, you’re always present, for ungrateful fakes, fools that sing for applause, you drink like the rest, know the score, no need to remonstrate, to bring out our best, what a player you make, two and two is four, you scatter us when, we ask for more, but as the night breaks, all investments spent, those cool jakes, fade in your innocence.