Ballad For The Fallen - The Audreys

Here's a ballad for the fallen

For the fighting and brawling

For the homesick the lonely and few

For the ones who come calling

The downtrodden and crawling

This one's going straight out to you

Here's a song for the dreamers

Late night drunken schemers

For the bruised and the busted arse flat

For the washed up on the beaches torn apart at the seamers

This is our tip of the hat

Here's to you old rock and rollers

Now out pushing strollers

To you crooners in broken heart bands

To you lost highway rambler

And last dollar gamblers

Here's a song for us all to hold hands

But all you goody two shoes

You f**kers with no blues

You hipsters and too cool for schoolers

All you over insured

And homeopathically cured

You whimperers cowards and fools

All you snake oil sellers

And fake fortune tellers

False poets and seekers of truth

All you artists of note

Who've gone up in smoke

While the ratings have gone through the roof

All you straight arrow shooters

And cheap Sunday suiters

You fortunate blessed and adored

All you champions of industry

And preachers of ministry

You beautiful black tied and bored

All you great astronauts

You damn smarty sorts

You heroes and over achievers

All you industry hacks

Pat yourselves on the back

For making a fool of believers

All you ponderous weepers

And lost wallet keepers

You purveyors of doom and of gloom

This heralds the day

That you're all swept away

Like the dust under god's mighty broom