Inspirational Shortpants

How is it you sleep through everything

And still can't remember any of your dreams

And there's nothing to save

And there's nothing left to fear

And this will be our year

Help is on the way

Far beyond the waterway

That we retain the useless space between my legs

And associated shame

Strain, tire away for petty fame

And the family name, a parentage

My death will inevitably commandeer

And this will be our year

Chariots ablaze

They burn in effigy to our names

And yes, we've made some grave mistakes

But rest assured that help is on the way

Now that we are free from lingering dreams

That never amount to anything

Well, this will be our year

This will be our year

(x12)