From 2015 BEHIND FIRE HOCKTIDE © J.R.Rupnow 2015
Winning is up in the long shot, jester's been left aside in the rye
Standing knee-deep in among of these sheep, nobility up there in the sky
Legends in heaven and it's twenty past eleven, the hock still keeping us alive
Had the fever down in bender when the snow fell in November
And had a drink or two at a second story diner
You grew up on forced eating, but it's a little bit different right now
Until you were so upset for the while, on your little shelf there sat a sow
It's not so bad I guess a luxury, only under certain circumstances
Then you steal a cow, then you're taking chances
The courtyard employs a fool to criticize
With asses ears a hoodie and some bells
A parti-colored coat, he'll swim across the moat
They'll whip him and then say their farewells
Cities up ahead in the long run, that is the best you could do
Like landing a plane in a storm of snow and rain, or an old woman who lived inside a shoe
Feel it again and hold on, wonder what's avoiding your brain
Is it the moon and the stars up above, or a trip around the planet on a train
Winning is up ahead in the long shot, the jester's been left aside in the rye
Winning is up in the longshot, nobility is up in the sky
Legends in heaven and it's quarter past eleven
The hock will be our drink of wine