ghosts on the grave

the laughing voice says nothing could be wrong
each look outside to see the gathering cloud
we shake our heads and then demand more song

day's all too short and nights are ever long
we hate the silence play the music loud
the laughing voice says nothing could be wrong

we curse the weak and still envy the strong
define ourselves as haughty stiff and proud
we shake our heads and then demand more song

we hate the ones who won't come on along
but then we're frightened when we see a crowd
the laughing voice says nothing could be wrong

each of us fears the fire and the sharp prong
but cannot now retreat because we've vowed
we shake our heads and then demand more song

we're driven mad by thoughts of angry throng
making demands for more than we've allowed
the laughing voice says nothing could be wrong
we shanke our heads and then demand more song