a matter of perception

this is the way in which the heroes wail
about the horrors of the long hot night
we set our best up every time to fail

the sweetest water will we find turn stale
and cease to be a source of our delight
this is the way in which the heroes wail

you watch as we in doubt and anguish flail
smiling no doubt at such a stupid sight
we set our best up every time to fail

it's not a matter of the scope or scale
nor of the honour of the sacred rite
this is the way in which the heroes fail

justice and decency are still for sale
and we have someone who we know will bite
we set our best up every time to fail

there's not enough to fill a tiny pail
your chance of victory is less than slight
this is the way in which the heroes wail
we set our best up every time to fail