Nothing matters, is or not fair, since he fell out the womb
How much breathing or sleeping fulfills this anonymous goal?
A nap on breezy days
A perfect cup of tea
How long can I beat this dead horse
Till my arm no longer moves?
Why pretend whatever you think
Has any effect at all?
Rode his bike down to the beach as soon as he heard it was coming
Last thing he said before the tidal wave hit
"My God, what a f*cking beautiful day!"
And "Look at that sky!" (x2)
And "Look at that sky!" as the waves came crashing
Now's your chance to make something out of yourself
By feeding millions
That useless bag of flesh you've been dragging around
Is good for something