Mendokusai

There's a certain quiet honour in a failure
It's a subtle thing and subtle things are rare
But to know it you've got to be it, you've got to know the quiet shame
Of a life, wasted

We are all broken-necked

Dreiser got it right the west's a tragedy
And they get you in a boat out on a lake
It's to know your hopes and be tied by ropes on a bridge above a river
With dreams of a future, with dreams of escape.

We are all broken-necked

There's something evil in the night
It's creeping across the atlantic
It makes you think you've got a right
To happiness and then it's tragic when you're proved wrong

We are all broken-necked
Swinging from the timbers at owl creek bridge