Shuffle each day past the greensward peasants Molding somebody's earth The helmsman directs from the bed of the crate And fingers his pockets all that they're worth Bootstraps were made to be broken By a wealth of invisible hands Dignity force fed then stolen And packaged by the choicest of brands They surface as soon as the workers are gone And kiss on the edge of their fertilized lawn And he says dear I love you And she says god I love you They watch the sun set on the boys in the street playing god with a magnifying lens With a hand on her stomach she whispers to him I hope we have children like them编辑于2021/04/12更新