when I was a god before the forlorn rags of old age
never gave a thought to tomorrow
even though I tried to hang myself at the age of nine
for years i could not wear a turtleneck
even now I can recall the panic, the belt looped around my neck, my hands clutching
Before Merle was busted for pot
my friends were all singing "
I'll Fix Your Flat Tire Merle"
when I was god I was full of self-righteousness
now I think about the plastic bottles in my trash can
and know I have seen my enemy and it is I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elYn6CO46CM
Welcome to 2003 minus 25
Oh, say can you smell her for the smoke
God's still up there laughin' so He's gotta be alive
Who says He can't take a dirty joke
Power isn't, power does and power slips away
It's so easy to abuse
Who'd've thought them Arabs would've bought
The USA just to give it to the Jews
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
And you know that I don't give a damn when I choose to
And you know that it don't hurt so bad when you're high
Oh, say does the future of the homesick
And the brave even matter anymore
There ain't no more reason for them boys
To run away than there was to fight before
Would you tell me why the hell we'd try to win back in a war
What we wasted in the last?
Might just ain't as righteous as it used to be before
When your army's out of gas
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
And you know that I don't give a damn when I choose to
And you know that it don't hurt so bad when you're high
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
And you know that I don't give a damn
"Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect" Santayana The Idea of Christ in the Gospels