death is the bird perched on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so bake me some cake that was hard in the making this world belongs to my children and I
I’ve gone alfresco from no television I gather my
news straight from the vine we’re crashing
out to
another dimension these
shoes were insured for
sunnier climes I
poured me some sense from
an unopened bottle and drank me a truth that
won’t be denied
if you see it you’ll
be it so don’t get
excited this
train will roll to
the end of the line I
can hear music wrapped
up in thunder I
know the words that make us
divine I’m
like the raven that
carries you over and
paints you immortal if
you’re so inclined
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