Madder Hats

They scar and mar the alma mater of the altar/ We’re hard on bars as we rock it and lift off far and soar sure of our space car/ They’ll never run us flat too solid for that / Matter of fact we hear ‘em like a fawn’s blat after we snapped with sass and packed brass/ More chatter they chit chat the madder the hats/ Were out here spit for spat aghast at the sadder cast/ Thinking their blabber lasts they flash and lambaste/ Then lay waste and deface their two faced ace/ Glazed flakes with play fakes stake out to take from an honorary mate/ Years they’d wait after my best mates tragic fate/ A frayed tactic that’d leave my Dad, my hero dismayed / Worked many days, played and paid to have it the way it was made for our stay/ Irked by the flirts of dark days lured by stark strays