Indi

Listrning to your news, struggling in the break, like last winter's blues, no horizon's bright, for the mark's a stain, always claining your rights, it makes life a purlieu, a forest untamed, possessing terrible attributes, never did make the time, to hear a donkey bray, you sit by a fire, before sunrise bears fruit, your hope drains away, say no one reaches you, every wondered why, enquires about your pain, make us all take fright, we're bored stupid too, your fortunes hold sway, rain dance on the roof, we hide to escape.