The Ass's Ears

Someday soon we’ll hear the cry of our conscience
Youthful indiscretion has been blamed
Caught between the broken glass of a promise
And integrity too weak to make a frame
Make a frame
We’ve eyeballed everything with wishful thinking
And midased everyone who could be touched
The ass’s ears were handed down among us
Never has Apollo laughed so much
Laughed so much
As usual we’re too late to pay the piper
And anyway there is no tune to call
If fancy dress is worn at the finale
Who’ll come as a mushroom to the ball
To the ball