A Sorry Tale

[Verse 1]
A sorry tale was told last night
To revellers on clear white light
Whose first response was but to jeer
Which slowly changed to one of fear
They call themselves the new and vital church
With fashion tips they stole from Mum and Lurch
And all the time despite what she says
We turn our stoned, superior gaze on you

[Verse 2]
A merry wife was she at first
Till father bought the family hearse
And drove us all to see the sea
And brought us home in time for tea
And childrеn leave when thеy can take no more
But she remains with him for evermore
And all the time despite how it seems
We fill our stoned, superior dreams with you