Hyacinth Blues

Raise the grey flags 
Ink the trenchant ballads 
The retail mob is bleating 
At the latest dead sensation 

The cretinous crowd is salting the sores
Rejects at the trough 
Vulture the corpse 

Under suspicion 
The fools got the hyacinth blues 

The cosmetic harem 
Are nursing the newswire 
Spelling out the latest score

Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues

O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E

Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues