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