Life is beautifully ugly

How the bird feels
Halfway across the ocean
With no land insight

When the rain decides
To collect its debt
With interest

And you know, I tell you, trevally
These are fishes that eat birds
Flying out of the sea to attack

Feathers are left
Swiming to drown after
Spiraling down the deep blue

Yet even stranger things
Are found half way
Through on oceans voyage

From an elephant to a cow,
An iguana
And what have you.

All stranded with mystrey
As to how they got there
In the first place.

Oh when the debt collectors
Come on christmas day
In the queens land

With court order
To pick all things valuable to sell
Yes on christmas day,

Oh the poor man with his child
Hanging to his legs tight with fears
Tears his Dad will be taken as well

On christmas day.
Oh yes on christmas day
On christmas day

Oh life is beautifully ugly
Where a drop from the
Rich man's golden cup

Would save a whole family
From distitute
So poor

Yet a poor man
Knows nothing
Of the rich mans debt.

He would have stopped
Feeling so bad
Being compared to the rich man.