Song Without an Ending Songtext
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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.