.Michael, Michael
Who you think you are, now?
Banging on the drum
Of the dying dusk?
You played your part.
Dogs rained down.
Lit the spark.
Now there's nothing left
For you to stand on.
The city streets are shaking
In the sober sun.
So it goes,
The bashing .
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