T. Duggins
Ballad Of Accounting

In the morning we built the city
In the afternoon walked through its streets
Evening saw us leaving

We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave,
cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave

Did you learn to dream in the morning?
Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
Wait without hope in the evening?

Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies?
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for
their scorn?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born,
act of being born, act of being born?

Did you alter the face of the city?
Make any change in the world you found?
Or did you observe all the warnings?

Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle up the pavements just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen but never heard?
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word,
jump to at a word, jump to at a word?

Did you demand any answers?
The who and the what and the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?

Did you stand aside and let 'em choose while you took second best?
Did you let 'em skim the cream off and give to you the rest?
Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right
To let 'em rob you right and left and never make a fight,
never make a fight, never make a fight?

What did you learn in the morning?
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?

Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?
Did the factory help you, were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men,
all your fellow men, all your fellow men?


Mirror lyrics:

all your fellow men, all your fellow men?
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men,
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did the factory help you, were you the maker or the tool?
Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?

Were you content in the evening?
How much did you know in the afternoon?
What did you learn in the morning?

never make a fight, never make a fight?
To let 'em rob you right and left and never make a fight,
Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right
Did you let 'em skim the cream off and give to you the rest?
Did you stand aside and let 'em choose while you took second best?

Did you ever question the setup?
The who and the what and the reason why?
Did you demand any answers?

jump to at a word, jump to at a word?
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word,
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen but never heard?
Did you shuffle up the pavements just to let your betters pass?
Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass?

Or did you observe all the warnings?
Make any change in the world you found?
Did you alter the face of the city?

act of being born, act of being born?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born,
their scorn?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies?

Wait without hope in the evening?
Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
Did you learn to dream in the morning?

cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave,
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We wandered through our days as if they would never end

Evening saw us leaving
In the afternoon walked through its streets
In the morning we built the city


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