1
look at all the lemmings
loving
worrying
wanting
believing
blindly following
all the stoppings and stayings
the leavings and dyings
the sorry son no goodbyings
the unattended buryings
the forbidden crossings
of non-existent rings
round all those dirty, deadbeat, disposable things
2
it’s crushing
punishing
we need something
anything
nothing?
yeah – well – fuck you cummings
