There is more

The bourgeois man, with nothing to loose.
Got thrown with fifty tons of steel
Got jumped by a hundred cocky elves.
Got drowned in the shallow mud
And now the life is so hard so hard…
That there`s nothing to tolerate in ourselves
Anymore, No more. But yet - there is more.

There is the bourgeois`s mans protest
And the tiny, but ultimate test
Of life
And living with it
Even, if there`s no more wit
And anything to hold on to
There`s still a home in you.
Even if the ferrys doing its last ride.
Departing of its century
And yourè the last on stride.
Yourè not in a hurry.
The time is no worry,
The clock isn`t spurring
Yourè not in a hurry.