For four fortnights, I have fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
My neighborhood is been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path
All the time
Every time
First we are babies, we're birthing and dying
And then we are children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and f**ing
But now we're all grown-up and we're sadly sighing
And liking malarking and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be, a big ball of meat
That bees can buzz all around and eat, when I die
So that I might be granted one sense of purpose