Sonic Lens - Wire

The word is out, the faithful pack

Merging forces, renewed, attack

The plan is laid, stage left to right

Take same positions, every night

Grind and train your sonic lens

Upon complacent don’t do dens

Length of focus, the depth of field

The walls to which our ramps are wheeled

The lights go down, a roar goes up

A clochard thrusts a plastic cup

It’s all for one and one for all

The black watch pipes and drummers call

Compass, phones and GPS

Have all produced the same address

Tomorrow is another day

We place our goodness on display

Our tails are up, our heads are down

Our eyes are fixed upon the crown

We wore it once.

It didn’t fit

We couldn’t make good use of it

So off we went to find a way

To live and fight another day

Tails are up, heads are down

Eyes are fixed upon the crown