We didn’t even know it would end this way
When it was all said and done
I guess we thought it would be ok
A sort of a twisted kind of fun
You called me just a bad fantasy
But what are you really?
Like a bad dose of ecstasy
Going west like Horace Greeley
The irony is we both laid it on thick
Slapped in the face like Skin Bracer
A history unlearned by a dirty trick
But you handed out the magic eraser
Now both exposed, for what it’s worth
Nowhere to go really but extinction
You knew all about the hidden girth
Who really wants any part of that distinction?
Both caught flat footed in the shifting tectonics
But we all know it was really the stupid economics