And, the Poet dipped his plume nIn the Priest’s sacred rune, nHe said, “I’ve got a poem for your pig.” nnAnd the Priest tipped his hat, nAnd preached out the bad, nAs the pig, tied it up in Cuffleys, if ya' dig. nnAnd the Poet said a lie, nBut the Priest caught him just in time nTo marry, and then bury all them wordsnnAnd the Pig, he just squealed, nAs the Priest ate his last meal, nAs the Sergeant of the rifle squad lit their cigs nn“Have mercy on our souls, brothers, it's out to go,” said the Priest to the line. nAnd the Poet stood and gleamed, just to write his own eulogy nAs the Pig, had he read his own rites this time.nnOur futures so high, nBut aren’t we all just doing the same. nYou’ve got reflections in your eyes, nOf things that you’ll never blame n nNow, Lefty rose his green in his cigarette machine, nAs a lawyer clamps his arm with a clip nAnd the leopard doesn’t know how much green went up his nose, nBut he knows he's still got his coat to bargain with.nnAnd the lawyer made a deal.nAnd man, it's such a steal.nAw, well you’re sparks follow you for your lifenLefty asked Are ya' cold?nHead over heart like eager boys nAs the Leopard wrapped up the situation, in spite.nnOur futures so high, nBut aren’t we all just doing the same. nYou’ve got reflections in your eyes, nOf things that you’ll never blamennOh, Our futures so high, nBut aren’t we all just doing the same. nYou’ve got your money in your mouth, nAnd aren't we all eating for free?