Dire Straits in KC, by ChabDog (“Lions,” with a twist)

Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like
Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend to depend upon the chime it plays
They’re all in the station praying for trains
Congregation late again
It’s getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He’s crazy lion howling for a fight
Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there’s hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home
Then she’s reading about a swing to the right
But she’s thinking about a stranger in the night

I‘m thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions
I’ll tell you what happened, bro
Dogged Dan had his blue and silver ready to a man,
when the 3rd quarter began
Yeah, those men were made of stone,
and in Q4 they carried the rock to the end zone
And no ring tone for Toney, who dropped the chance,
to be delivered by a horrified Mahomes
Andy panicked with three TOs
and the champs fell on their face in their own place