Ugliness is a matter for which there are scholars and critics.
They’ll tell you it’s ok to cry for the death of popular art and scrience.
What they know, you could keep in a bowl, usually used for fruit.
There are more things in heaven and Earth, 
Than are sung about in your morbid dirth,
And only thing that’s good is a seat made of wood 
and I’ll tell you waht you should do.
CHORUS	Have a seat on a bench made for three ladies who sit in the park.(x2)
		It’ll tear you apart, the things in their heart, all you gotta do is
		Shut up and Listen.
There once was a man troubled by terrible spectors and demons.
He fled into large crowds but they only seemed to find him.
In crisis of doubt, he was left with out, any visible means of escape.
When all along, he should have known, his problems weren’t all his alone.
For the common good, you should share if you would, 
a little space on that alter of wood.
CHORUS
BREAK		My life is carbonated with late bills and late friends,
		with the people I should have known better and the people I should’ve known less.
		How I wonder how the balance sheet ends.
		There ain’t much wrong with him, a little cash won’t fix.
		But we all know how badly, money and sympathy...
		and sympathy mix.
VERSE1 
# copyright Joe Johnston