Yesterday, Today, And

Bu2

Heroes burning while the world fiddles
Countries talking to each other in riddles
God this and Jesus that and Buddha ran circles round the moon, once

I know
I was there
I saw it

I have a piece of burnt cheese to prove it

I’d sell it to you for fifty cents
but I’ve the feeling you need your money

So save it in case the world don’t end
If you’re lucky it might just multiply
Get fruitful and all that rot

I’m tired
A little sad

So show me this in the morning and we’ll all have a good laugh

The morning will come
It has every other day
no matter what shit is going on

So maybe heroes know what the hell they’re talking about

But I sure as hell can’t listen anymore

Bu2

I’ve said all there is to say
but then I deleted about 75 percent of it

It’s either all been said and done
or it just don’t make any sense

I wanna save the world
Put it in my pocket and carry it home to Mom
If she’s not home I’ll get the stool and reach for the cabinet
I’m not supposed to touch

I’ll get a band-aid
a big-ass band-aid
and wrap it around this fragile little ball

Smother it and cover it with love and hope and wishes

and then pray it don’t end up like that ant farm I killed

Where there's a will, there's a lawyer
Where there's a prayer, there's a kill

Oops, I didn't quite delete as much as I thought

Oh well