Like a ghost!
Look out the window and you'll know you're toast!
I make the most of life hold me close, hold me close!
Tell me who I am: tell me but don't boast!
This is all for shows, this all for you, this is all for show:
I gotta call you know I gotta see your cards.
I've been so small I've been living under yards.
I had a terrible dream and I woke up hard -
Live hard and play hard! Go far like gay bars!
Oh lord. Thunder struck me down but didn't strike a chord.
Went to the lost and found but found no lost awards.
Let it blossom like a bottom popping warts - what is not to see?
See the dream until you need lobotomy.
But you don't need to feel a need to scream...
You don't need to see those demons, what you feel you mean?
You don't need to say your wills or testimonies till you die!
Still our world's alive and so am I.
Still the world's alive until it dies.
And if we're still alive, it's goodbye.
But if we all go down the drain, or fly around in outer space,
And flaunt about with our race, and seek to taste not death's embrace,
But something only Gods could claim: eternal life! The Doc's to blame...
Then I guess the world's OK. If we saved us, then so can they,
And then the world's alive and it's alright.
And now the future shines defiant bright.
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