yarn and glue

Lyrics

do you know what this is, son?, this is the panopticon, and all around us blink the brash, and shifty eyes of common cash, so do we die or do we travel, down the path by which one dabbles, in the arts of antediluvian crafts, with yarn and glue?, so gather twilight to your breast, and couch the rabble-rouser's nest, and we will take a day of rest, and we will all be heaven-blessed, and we will gather round to dine, and pass the time with wicked rhymes, and toast in dandelion wines, to hear their mellifluous chimes, we toast the fallow furrows that we sow, and we toast the monies that we owe, owe, owe, and we toast the creditors we daily face, who topple down with gruesome grace, and we toast the aristocrats with blood of blue, 'cause we know that our collars are that color, too, and we toast the artisans of antediluvian crafts, with yarn and glue, we do, we do