The Dying Song

I think I’ll drown
But not in the cold high sea
Maybe in a lukewarm freshwater lake
Cuz this world just turned me in

Mid August I’ll drive my rig inland, to a country lake
Not too long, long drives make me sick
I’ll go fishing, and let the big one pull me in

And I promise you all that I’ll send this dying song
From the midst of these lonely woods where I’m at
It’s about the moon the stars and this life’s setting sun
And I’ll curse the hell out of fate, and everything that sure wasn’t fault
Yeah I’ll send you all this dying song

I could look up the calendar, see if I can find an eclipse
Or something else that’ll fit
Go on the net, find others like me
Throw us an orgy and suck on some tits
Yeah grab that ass, and pop the pill, meet the maker
And take the big trip away on her ship

And I promise you all that I’ll hum this dying song
While I grab these saddlebags, and ride on
My mid 90’ies chemical trip
Check out the caps cuz I assure you: this is the shit boy!
Yeah I’ll hum this dying song

Our old earth is dying, I saw it on TV
But I don’t know what the hell, that shit has to do with me

Could check in one of them hospices
In Switzerland or Monaco
Ask for some mercy, pay to be free
The doctors will nod and the nurses weep
Write the book and sell the script
Nag your bones with my insincerity

But I’m sure you all will be there to check it out
While you wait in line for the album to come out
Cellophane, tits n’ explosions and a nice flat screen
Celebrate life with a dose of modern cocaine
Yeah I’ll send you this dying song
My modern friends
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