Not Weak Enough
Peter Blegvad
Those are not weak enough, but these are not as strong:
That handful of buried men who understood their ground
Handy, cunning, wrapped around a heavy lexicon
It's weak enough to do, but it went on and on
And started up. That's how it all began
Put the ball of wax in gear and, man, it ran
My people raised me on pure superstition
The starts were put up there for us to wish upon
They brought me unconscious from over the water
I'm used to not knowing which side I'm on
Strange to tell
It was cooler down in hell
So mellow and relaxed
I've got a lease on a place
Cheap with lots of space
And I'm never coming back