To build a charred and beguiled sense of fear nTo tell a different story nI'll need to see a more generic height from ground nThis modern Jackanory nWon't be revision of an older narrative nOr plagiaristic fable nBut when you think that things will change while dark turns light nThere comes that shrill awakening sound nnOf falling down nAnd while around nHanging up the checkout nYou wear me down nYou wear me out nA brittle thought nA lucky sound nTurn me to God again nnI traversed automatic 'wishes granted' lines nReceived a common but remarkably expensive gift nAnd to believe it is to see in this substance glitch, nAnd though it's clearly fleeting nThe interim is gobbled up like after-thoughts nOr morphine to the veins of the depandantees nAnd though it's obvious this is a fleeting glimpse nIt's eaten up, so chronic nnEat it, and it will leave! nI'm out the sanctuary! nThere's not a sinner to save your movie nExcept in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo nEat it, and it will leave! nBecome the secretary! nThere's not a sinner to save your movie nExcept in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo nnAnd in Montreal... nAnd in Washington, oh... nAesop would be proud! nnThat his true favourite has conformed to stereotype nAnd your iambic pentameter nIt goes in fours, nines, threes, twos, eights and twelve's nDon't let that serving blacken the sound nnOf falling down nAnd while around nHanging up the checkout nYou wear me down nYou wear me out nA brittle thought nA lucky sound nTurn me to God again