Rewritten for 2025 as song lyrics.
Some 'odd' punctuation is for the benefit of
music writing robots, that sometimes need a hand.
Seems AI isn't as clever as it thinks it is!
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As I look down and see the ground, on which my feet don’t stand The light I see is all around, things haven’t gone as planned It’s really kweer, I’m standing here, and somehow, you are not You did your worst, let me go first, off of that beauty spot We didn’t shake on our done deal, we sealed it with a kiss I would leap, then so would you, to our eternal bliss The best laid plans of nice young men, lie face down in the mud For I chose this eternal light, and you chose my best bud So, was I dead between the ears Too dumb to see your lies Or to spot your cunning plan In which it’s me that dies…. Everywhere I look are sheep On tiny pasture clouds They’re interspersed with people Who have wings and wispy shrouds You schemed to take my life insurance, ’pon our rocky shores Ironic that your latest squeeze, will soon be taking yours I watched you in your fancy car; the car that once was mine But then you took it for a drive, when he had spiked your wine So, was I dead between the ears Too dumb to see your lies Or to spot your cunning plan In which it’s me that dies…. Everywhere I look are sheep On tiny pasture clouds They’re interspersed with people Who have wings and wispy shrouds But there’s no wings nor halos in a box bearing your name There’s rules for new arrivals, with regard to why they came So when you get here you’ll be processed, then they’ll send you to the basement I hope it’s not too warm for you, for it’s an all time placement. In God… I trust… I guess… I must For though… you’re here… I’m not… too fussed For what… I see… amuses…… me You schemed… for lust… your scheme… is bust For there’s no wings nor halos in a box bearing your name There’s rules for new arrivals, with regard to why they came So when you get here you’ll be processed, then they’ll send you to the basement I hope it’s not too warm for you, for it’s an all time placement. In God… I trust… I guess… I must For though… you’re here… I’m not… too fussed For what… I see… amuses…… me You schemed… for lust… your scheme… is bust you schemed… for lust your scheme… is bust you schemed… for lust your scheme… is bust your… scheme… is… BUST!
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