Shall we die of flu or suicide?
Or shall we live as sanguine as sweet joy
Who by wild statistic is deprived?
Which man shall now look out in wild surmise
Perception is not truth,does that annoy?
Shall we die of flu or suicide?
What will shops sell now when noone buys
Do not yet despair when self employed
Such daft statistics make old people cry
Think about the sadness of a bride
A cancelled wedding, her good day destroyed
Would she die if anger brewed inside?
I ate ten bars of chocolate in my rage
That was all the food I could afford
When by strange statistics I was caged
Write sweet songs and do not folk ignore
Then turn again to love, that aged whore
Shall we die of flu or suicide?
Who by damned statistic is deprived?
