BREAKIN’ DOWN
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Gotta laugh at these silly sorts         
They run around in circles, the clown-around cohorts

Guess it ain’t so funny when the jokes hit home 
Used to just feel crummy now you feel alone ‘cause
The folks in charge ain't up to any good
And it’s breakin’ down just like we knew it would

Now we’re stuck together, once so far apart
Guess we’re in the same boat that’s leaking ‘neath the spar
And the captain’s in charge of the seas
Regardless of his failing faculties

Breakin’ down

Gotta laugh at these silly sorts         
They run around in circles, the clown-around cohorts
And the folks that promised solace turn their back
It’s easy while they plan their next attack

sa10p/


Some Broken Hearts Never Mend

Don Williams