Provoked

Have another heart attack, pace yourself like that
Humming like a teapot, gliding around
Have another heart attack, pace yourself like that
Like a small bug being tossed around
How long? Pace your life
Every, one needs
To face, the sound, when it becomes
Ban the sound of marching drums
When you’re, provoked all the time
Every, one needs
To face the sound, when it becomes
Arguments, with everyone
Have another heart attack, pace yourself like that
Paint another picture of a sad faced clown
Have another heart attack, pace yourself like that
Preset, post-name, inferred, your fate
I’ve felt, awash and alone yet
We have, a lot to take on yet
No time, the clock is always ticking
And I’m just, trying to keep a grip on
Who you, have to be nice to
Lick boots, and try to suck up to
Keep your thoughts to yourself
And need not, any sort of help
When you’re down, alien, monochrome, tired and foul
How long? Pace your life
Every, one needs
To face, the sound, when it becomes
Ban the sound of marching drums
When you’re, provoked all the time
Every, one needs
To face the sound, when it becomes
Arguments, with everyone