Stevie Three

My eyes shine too late, in rooms where flowers grow, champagne cognac’s chase, wads of cash we blew, stick the need to know, clear away from the news, we’re always just too late, putting down the ‘phone, live with what remains, you never seem to use, how they set the dough, it’s no longer part of you, why worry without the gain, at supper chide my groans, whistle off our pain, say it’s all a ruse, a dream that’s flown, no such taste of you, let them know we're great, live our life and show, eviscerate the hate, take it on the blow.