14th Chorus

  When whistlers stop scowling
Smokers stop sighing
Watchers stop looking
And women stop walking

When gray beards
Grow no more
And pain dont
Take you by surprise
  And bedposts creak
  In rhythm not at morn
  And dry men's bones
  Are not pushed
  By angry meaning pelvic
     Propelled legs of reason
     To a place you hate,
     Then I'll go lay my crown
Body on the heads of 3 men
  Hurrying & laughing
      In the wrong direction,
               my Idol