A new song, with a prologue of useless chatter about the Padres, Simon Cowell, and my best friend and border collie, Winslow. Winslow, whom I love. (Song lyrics below.)

LYRICS
She keep her distance from strangers
Keep her eyes closed to block out the dangers
She should fight tooth and nail
To see truth prevail
These are the words that they told her
With the salvation they sold her
No refunds and no exchanges
This is how the game is played

(chorus)
These are the days child
When the whole world conspires
To steal away your innocence and freedom
These are the days child
When the whole world is wild
So heaven help us if we cannot beat them

She remembers a day when
They shut the door and wouldn't let her in
It was dark outside, but even still
The florescent lighting had lost its appeal
'Cause when the Bible is your congressman
Freedom is a work of fiction
But when you're fed, who would contest
That these days, child, are the best of the best?

(bridge)
Child, tell me are you sedated
Sucking the nectar of things you hated
For so long now, have you lost your taste
For anything real, has it been replaced?