The Dark

Don't leave us here in the dark
I can hear him,
I can hear the Lark.

Wicked intentions has he
Now he's in the money tree.

Share it round with all his friends
He always meant to make amends,
for all the bad that we have done
Mostly in the name of fun!

But money alone cant fix the heart
Of one denied a proper start

Unlike Pixie,
Who's bad right through,
The Lark 's more like wearing an odd shoe,
No intent to hurt or maim
Yet still it does it just the same.

A crash a sound, the Pixies found,
A shout, a squeal no time to heal

The Pixies wail …"it's not fair",
"We didn't mean that we don't care."

"The truth is we're banged to rights, For all those mischievous and wicked nights."

Don't shed a tear for the gang, the Judge will see to it they hang.