The Great Capitulation

Back when I was young, fresh as grass and innocent,
Any day I'd fly away on butterfly wings
If my soup was cold, the meat they served me wasn't succulent,
Back it went, it's worth the wait for nicer things

Birdsong up above,
Push comes to shove,
So you fall down from the grandstand
And join the players in the band
Tootle up that melody
Wait, wait and see
And then it's all downhill
Your fall it was God's will
Better let it be

But within a year I would eat what I was served
I learned to smile and take the medicine
I'd accepted I only get this shit that I deserved
On my ass or on my knees, I took it with a grin

Birdsong up above,
Push comes to shove,
So you fall down from the grandstand
And join the players in the band
Tootle up that melody
Wait, wait and see
And then it's all downhill
Your fall it was God's will
Better let it be

Many folk I know plan to scale the highest peak
Off they go, the starry sky overhead
Stone by stone you climb but your efforts leave you worn and weak
Broken down, you barely make it back to bed

From the God of love,
Push comes to shove,
So you fall down from the grandstand
And join the players in the band
Tootle up that melody
Wait, wait and see
And then it goes downhill
Who knows, it's just God's will
Best to leave it be
Better leave it be



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wilson, Bertold Brecht
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