Peter

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, don’t give them a clue, life isn't a stone, thrown into the fire, why should you atone, your little cup of ruin, is no more than a choir, you’ve still got the tunes, you know in your bones, what poisons your desire, but it leaves you alone, whoever reads the news, you see who's for hire, find your own truth, if no one 'phones, when you try to inspire, leave your home, dance down the avenues, sing on the wire, you’ve always paid dues, you're no kiss ass liar.