NICE DIRT

Spare me those tears And grant me your ears The day is no more young The sun is threading home Take off your dark lenses And behold the beauty The beauty of your dirt You call it a game Or a simple ride to fame You pride in your gains And flush your excess in drains You act humble and fair Yet you break and never repair Unveil your guilt and admire You call it a simple race Or a move to maintain a space You do anything to save your face And never replace what you misplace You have cleared any trace Always hiding behind a nice embrace Sure you know its time to deface A nobel thief A pious burglar A faithful cheat A generous robber A peaceful war monger A fair trickster A nice dirt