Clay - Wire

Turning red

Adopting styles that seem inbred

We’re made of lead

Stay on the pace

Recoup the loot, avoid, disgrace

Sink without trace

It’s a hoot

Run ahead and blindly shoot

Hit the marker, end dispute

Marking time

Laying boundaries out in lime

A life of crime

Drift away

Never find the urge to play

We’re made of clay

It’s a hoot

Hit the marker, end dispute

Even if that point is moot

It’s a hoot

Even if that point is moot

Run ahead and blindly shoot

Phasing in

Wondering when it’s time to begin

The chances thin

Emptied out

No doubt it will end in a rout

We lack the clout

It’s a hoot

Run ahead and blindly shoot

Hit the marker, end dispute

Even if that point is moot

Run ahead and blindly shoot