Song Without An Ending

I like you... i think that you're pretty good

But i think that you think, that i...

Well... that i'm a bit undercooked.



I'm lazy, i play silly jokes & go over the top.

& one of these days it's gonna get me killed,

& that will be my lot!



I suppose i'd leave you alone, after a while,

But i'll lie in my bed, feeding my head,

Until i become - fairly intelligent.



100,000 people today were burned.

I felt a pang of concern,

- what are we waitin' for - a message of hope.

- from the... pope!

I think he got shot as well!!!!



When everyday of your life, seems the same

- as the last,

& you know who you're gonna meet

- & what they're gonna ask

Then supposin' your legs just withered away

& you had to somehow slide around on your

Backside - for the rest of your days.

'imagine'... that you're happy now.

It's easy if you try - because we're all caught

Up in a mortifying loop - life.












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