There's a certain quiet honour in a failure
It's a subtle thing and subtle things are rare
But to know it you've got to be it, you've got to know the quiet shame
Of a life, wasted
We are all broken-necked.
Dreiser got it right the West's a Tragedy
And they get you in a boat out on a lake
It's to know your hopes and be tied by ropes on a bridge above a river
With dreams of a future, with dreams of escape.
We are all broken-necked
There's something evil in the night
It's creeping across the Atlantic
It makes you think you've got a right
To happiness and then it's tragic when you're proved wrong
We are all broken-necked
Swinging from the timbers at Owl Creek Bridge.

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