Big Uncle Ugliness

Prior to the previous day
I've tried and tried so many ways
To give and take your kindly praise

But pages burn at both ends
Nothing solid and nothing precise
I take your story all we need is lies
It would be a most splendid prize
So candles burn at your end
The candles burn at your end

Fall in the door and then confess
Use your first, no more, no less
I think you'll die of ugliness
I know you'll die of ugliness

But that's a many sided tale
And many sides are weak and frail
And many sides are not for sale
And now we've found the lucid hill
So now we've found the lucid hill

But that's a many sided tale
And many sides are weak and frail
And many sides are not for sale
So now we've found the lucid