Decked out in your far from finest,
Set for another daylight robbery.
They're lining up like addicts.
You're headlights.
They're rabbits.
Feed.
You're a provider.
Gallons of ale and cider.
In a midday sun, a basking glow.
Take your time with the settling head,
The wait will be over in a second.
You do this crowd a favour:
All life needs water,
Blessed relief.
Drink.
Watch them grow,
As the day begins to shrink,
Take the mindset with a smile,
They'll queue for a mile!
The music's an urge.
A temptation.
Elation.
Turn the profit,
This watering hole,
This beacon to the sots.
Everyone's happy for now.
Glorious sun, sounds, and times,
An everlasting scent of youth pervades,
As you total up the riches you have gained.
It's all business as eternally usual,
In this watered down trade.
An unfair few quid made.
Come rain or shine,
The marionettes
Dance.
