Prosaics Tenants Lyrics

So much the worse for the wear, tenants of bodies so spent by tariff and
By Trade, by syntax and cliche, yet periodically possessed by pricks of
Conscience and sophists who profess the way of all flesh

So much the worse for the wear Drafting treaties, prepared statements
Singing lines beneath binding phrases

A new lease on life
A new lease on life
A new lease on life

Before the word
Before the world