In the Year 2215
In the year 2215, we'll all be dead
So why should we fret and worry our heads
What will be, will be
Can't do a thing, you and me
So just mosey along and don't wet the bed
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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