Tertiary Blues

Ain't it piteous The kids have had their say And they won't crow about The riffs you're blowing until you throw them away Frozen frame of a still-life soap operette No movement anywhere Just mercenaries in tertiary markets A losing bet Ain't it piteous The kids have had their say And they won't crow about The riffs you're blowing until you stow them away Frozen frame of a still-life soap operette No movement anywhere Just mercenaries in tertiary markets A losing bet But still and yet I will incur no debt