Kitchens of Distinction Follow

So full of hope that he can't sit still
Even in the presence of strangers
He's expecting his favorite guest
The boy with easy virtues

But when the boy arrives, he's got a black eye
From the lads who plague us outside
He laughs, calls for the world to die
Then hugs and kisses it better

Tell him why do you go to extremes
And how it must show

He's half full of courage and he stumbles to work
Where they bitch about their babies
They ask him where he got his bruises
He mumbles excuses he lies and lies

He cannot allow them to finish him off
Over-heated, overwrought
He refuses to die like a saint
Half believed and always deceived

Giving us grief for centuries now
Can you never rest
Beaten insulted skewered and branded
Isn't waking enough

You're breathing this fear maybe once a year
We suffocate every day