Swinging goodbye

Objection and I insist

Make your way,

to the back of the line.

Make yourself useful

And give me some time.

Give me some more ,

and more and more  and,

more or less I just,

cant make  no sense,

of this injustice.

as the prime of our lives are wasted,

in fighting for decent times.

If everything is right,

What is left?

For you and me

To dwell upon

An innocent eye, maybe

Is it bigger than you and me?

Maybe, we need to find,

a common place to swing bye.

Hanging on

To the balance

Its heavier on your side

Hanging on

To the balance

Its heavier on your side

If everything is right,

What is left?

For you and me

To dwell upon

An innocent smile, maybe

Is it bigger than you and me?

Maybe, we need to find,

a common place to swing bye.