with every passing day it grows
this tragedy none can forgive
the building lists of those who know
what lies beyond, where none can live.
but as i ponder maudlin fears
a buzz is spreading through the air
and mid the crowds i think i hear:
the end has come for this affair
oh, can it be that this is true?
that finally, after all this time
theres no more reason to feel blue
the time has passed of vice and crime
i guess there’s nothing left to do
but relish in our newfound victory
the crowds delight, and so should you
but why is everyone here so—
contradictory?