Father once told me that the night is so ghastlynIt was born to be beastly.nAnd did you ever think of yourself as a runaway?nDid you gaze upon the waves and did you consider yourselfnA symphony of runaways?nOh my body is lost on the pity of bosses,nOh there's values and costs in the wondering if you shouldnThrow yourself up on runaways,nSkip the hills and cut yourself up on runawaysnMercer is a merchant, a policy merchant:nHe calls himself urgent!nHe gathers all of the urchins up in their [filthy] tearaways,nHe gathers them into his palm and then he sings Another day!nOh, the Vale-dic-dic-torian is about to pay,nHe gutted 20 sturgeons up from the silver bay