no bangs no whimpers

you want to catch the sun on its swift course
no matter what the meaning of the art
this is no grating horror or remorse

a moment more and we will have recourse
to means and methods that will seem more smart
you want to catch the sun on its swift course

news comes to us of shock and evil force
no one it seems has dared to play his part
there is no grating horror or remorse

we watch the numbers plunge upon the bourse
and nothing happens in the failing heart
you want to catch the sun on its swift course

the proper language and serene discourse
which you were promised vanished from the mart
there is no grating horror or remorse

you think to laugh at the departing horse
while loading all your goods upon this cart
you want to catch the sun on its swift course
this is no grating horror or remorse