Forty Seven

You say you'll cheat fate, by wearing a red raincoat, find gold in an trash crate, is this what you do, never know the weather zone, but smile like a fool, you always come late, thrown away your 'fone, nothing's to your taste, give money to schools, you've got no boat, who knows if it's true, oh you carry weight, when you're on your own, scoff at those who hesitate, if you go boom, when they need a show, they have their own curfew, cold white hate, strokes your bones, citizen comrade at the gate, I'd say you're done.