Song Without An Ending Lyrics by The, The

Song Without An Ending Lyrics

    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.





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