Cynthia

In a building, in north Philly

Was a shaft quite like a mine

But the lift inside was broken

So they walked the steps serpentine

Oh, her children, oh her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Cheap she was and like a Slum lord

And her rent was asnine,

But she did not head the tenants

Made them walk steps serpentine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Took her twin boys to the rooftoop

Told her she had little time

Off the edge the kids were dangeling

Held up just by some burning twine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Cursing she tried to hit the button

Got the chills deep in her spine

But, alas it restitution, its time to pay the fine

Now its her, who has to climb steps serpentine.

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

In a graveyard they were buried

In a place no stairs will find

As she weeps over their caskets

Her tears fall salty as a brine.

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine.

If she had only fixed the Silo

She would have reached her brats in time.

Now she only has her daughter,

And she spends her evenings crying

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Out of breath they climbed thrice daily,

Sufferung Morning, evening, and lunchtime

Till they finally reached their wits end.

 in the sand they drew a line.

she was given many chances.

but she chose the wrong paradigm

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

you might say the sentence was harsh.

punishment didn't fit the crime.

call us lazy...call us crazy

but at least now we're breathing fine.

yes she fixed the elevator.

how we love to hear it chime.

and we guess she learned her lesson.

it's a moral most divine

no one has the breath or patience

to climb the steps Serpentine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..