The The - Song Without An Ending

Текст песни

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