Hyacinth Blues

Raise the grey flags

Ink the trenchant ballads

The retail mob is bleating

At the latest dead sensation

The cretinous crowd is salting the sores

Rejects at the trough

Vulture the corpse

Under suspicion

The fools got the hyacinth blues

The cosmetic harem

Are nursing the newswire

Spelling out the latest score

Under suspicion

The fools got the hyacinth blues

O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E

Under suspicion

The fools got the hyacinth blues