they line upon the shore
under Klieg light’s glare
best face on scene they abhor
dead is dead
there’s no denying
dread is dread
commence the crying
their ship has left the harbor
baggage pines lonely at the pier
given it all with so much ardor
how did we end up here
tailored suits wearing long faces
refuse acceptance of their fate
now torches put them through their paces
remove the mask, expose the hate
dead is dead
there’s no denying
dread is dread
commence the crying