There’s an old guy down by the railroad tracks.

Not big on manners and the old boy lacks

The type of piece of mind thats fills in cracks

Of reality gone so wild

You’d think history is a child

Nothing to repeat son.

Now look what you done.

Taken all the big fun

Put us on the steep run

And no one wearing helmets.

Strap on skis and hell bent

Lessons gonna learn but nothing by itself

Lessons off the shelf

Dude has now been dealt

A bad hand

He grand stands

And still nobody listens.

They miss him.

They all were aiming high.

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