Prosaics

Tenants Lyrics







So much the worse for the wear, tenants of bodies so spent by tariff and

By Trade, by syntax and cliche, yet periodically possessed by pricks of

Conscience and sophists who profess the way of all flesh



So much the worse for the wear



Drafting treaties, prepared statements

Singing lines beneath binding phrases



A new lease on life

A new lease on life

A new lease on life



Before the word

Before the world