Undaunted Mission

This is not my place But anyways. A strangely unrewarding Chain on my door. What is it that I'm guarding, What's the trouble all for? Smoke fills rooms Like ivory in tombs We wouldn't be depressed If it weren't For the best. Foamless steel Stain-filled bubble bath Bought for the price of a meal Sould for a laugh. And so we travel on The goodies always gone. Alas! I say My head I'll lay No dogs do stray No mines we lay I'm wishing for a way - But the wishing well's run dry. And so you shudder and I cry, 'At least we've been passed by The fortunes that don't lie.' And then, you have a vision Of a man who's screaming "Intermission!" And his eyes are beaming With precision. And so we laugh and share a cigarette. This is just as good as it will get If you go outside you will get wet Eventually... Minds gray, Thoughts sharp We'll best be on our way As the angel plays a harp But hits the wrong notes. What's it for What's it about? In friendship we've no doubt. So don't go knocking on my door, As I won't knock in turn. Since walls cling But doorbells ring And fires always burn...