Life's like a mayonnaise soda.
and life's like space without room.
And life's like bacon and ice cream.
That's what life's like without you.

Life's like forever becoming,
But life's forever dealing in hurt.
Now life's like death without living.
That's what life's like without you.

Life's like Sanskrit read to a pony.
I see you in my mind's eye, strangling on your tongue.
What's good is knowing such devotion?
I've been around - I know what makes things run.

What good is seeing eye chocolate?
What good's a computerized nose?
And what good was cancer in April?
Why, no good. No good at all.

What good's a war without killing?
What good is rain that falls up?
What good is a disease that won't hurt you?
Why no good, I guess. No good at all.

What good are these thoughts that I'm thinking?
It must be better not to be thinking at all.
A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete,
No, not much, not much at all.

What's good is life without living?
what good's this lion that barks?
You loved a life others throw away nightly
And it's not fair. Not fair at all.

What's good?
What's good?
What's good?
What's good?
Not much at all.

What's good?
What's good?
What's good?

Life's good.

Life's good?
Life is good.

But not fair at all.

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