Prosaics - Tenants lyrics

So much the worse for the wear, tenants of bodies so spent by tariff and By Trade, by syntax and cliche, yet periodically possessed by pricks of Conscience and sophists who profess the way of all flesh So much the worse for the wear Drafting treaties, prepared statements Singing lines beneath binding phrases A new lease on life A new lease on life A new lease on life Before the word Before the world