War Of The Pygmies
We've won the war and the sun is shining
All is bright, sterling silver lining
Places set and we're dressed for dining
But this is just a fable and there's nothing at the table
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Cheer up it might never happen
It's always darkest before the dawn
A frown is just a smile turned upside down
But your homilies are fraudulent, your enemies are imminent
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Pygmies marching
Pygmies fighting
Pygmies citing giants' causes
Pygmies celebrate the peace
But mind they're only little pauses
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this