War Of The Pygmies

We've won the war and the sun is shining
All is bright, sterling silver lining
Places set and we're dressed for dining
But this is just a fable and there's nothing at the table

Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this

Cheer up it might never happen
It's always darkest before the dawn
A frown is just a smile turned upside down
But your homilies are fraudulent, your enemies are imminent

Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this

Pygmies marching
Pygmies fighting
Pygmies citing giants' causes
Pygmies celebrate the peace
But mind they're only little pauses

Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this
I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this

I'm a paid up, hair down pessimist
Nothing good is going to come from this
Nothing good is going to come from this