From the recording Very Just Fine: Amplitude 3
(c)2004 Dolph Chaney (BMI)
Strike the balance beam with your face
The music swells like bruises
Wipe the slate so clean that from space
they'll see through your excuses
Though you holler, I won't pay
any dollar any day of the weakling
Check the balance beam for a ring
around the cholera - now
specks let down the team, so don't bring
your human heart here no how.
One potato to another
There's no way to save a smothered weaklinlg.
Lose your balance beam -- it's a stick
stuck in the mud of madness
Choose to cross the stream -- it's not sick
to lose your public address.
Night's red sky might lead to rain, so
this week cry, but catch that train -- next week sing.