A Sad Lament

	You came exactly on the hour
	You know such precision worries me
	I like it but in her mower (?)
	As you watch me from the balcony
	Take the stage and take the plunge
	Break a leg or a bust a lung
	I'll disarm those who carry guns
	And neutralize their caustic tongues
	The shattered fragments of a star
	Shining with a cruel content
	We'll make our way to Tommy's Bar
	While whistling a sad lament
	That's what you are
	That's what you are
	That's what you are
	That's what you are
	What you are