Old Grey Mare

Take that old grey mare out and shoot it
It ain't nothing to you but a lame idea
Seen enough of those to know where they'll lead me
Following hoofprints I'm finding a foundry

There's more than two sides to each story
And yours was always interesting
When it all came down to the money
I knew we had lost our philosopher king

I didn't know where I was going
And I still don't know where I'll go today
Seems like all the folks with time to do the talking
Will always be the ones with the least to say

I won't be formed to the rеadymade
Or matched to the cut of thе retrograde
Or led by the reins to a pony show
Or marketed coy with a blowjob m.o
Back hand slapped by the glad hand
Sculpted and spun to a virtual band
I lost my taste for expense account feasts
When I felt the brace of a corporate leash

Don't go drowned in a shallow pool
We've got so much work for you