It seems he gets dragged through this every year
Grabbed up and paraded about
And, yes, maybe he gets something from it
But did he really ask for this
And is this all there is for him?

There are other things in the world to wonder at
Other things at which to be upset
And each new day seems to bring some new affront
Some tragedy or atrocity
There’s no way to keep up with them all anymore
If there ever was a way to do so
This little flat third might well pass unremarked
Amid the cacophony surrounding it on all sides
Save that there’s a focus on this measure every time the song is played
And the chord’s no better for sounding again

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