Seagulls On The Beach

Overcast skies,
lovers who constantly sigh,
birds that can never fly,
aren't the reasons why
we lie, or cry, or die,
it's just the ways we live by.

Oh, harbors in the dawn,
when we wake and yawn,
when the rich terminate their pawns,
and when commoners mow their lawns
and when the greedy man kills the faun,
the ship still comes at dawn.

Seagulls on the beach,
while the poor reach
out their sad hands to those who teach
about how to preach
to the innocent black man weeping
on the beach.

Farmers reap,
and mothers weep
while daughters sweep
and sons shave the sheep
and fathers take a dreadful leap,
all because it's not their life to keep.

Temptation raises the stakes,
and ruin the States,
when it says that golden plates
are there to await
those who insult their mates
but they're just gonna have to wait
for us, 'cause that's one thing they can't debate.

Cosmic mariners are coming home
to hide under their little stones,
until they roam,
when they hear the moan,
of the banks that can't afford to loan
to those living on the sea of foam,
or who live beneath the blue diamond dome.