The The
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