We Are Undone - Two Gallants

Father has the marketplace done us any good

Like you always claimed it would?

The field is dry and barren

And there’s blight upon the vine

As long as your cup’s full

Everything is fine

Son has your sympathy done any good

Like you always claimed it would?

You sing to the choir

And they know every line

But when they leave your world

They return to mine

You think your voice is real

I thunder while you squeal

So you can ring their ears

But I’m the one they hear