Smell the Roses
Be Bop Bop, Hey!
The bongos sound hollow today
Burned out is me
Countless years of intensity
Toasted to black
Headed for a real heart attack
Never thinking this possible
To a man invincible
Stop to smell the roses they say
Nope, they're just hay
Woke up a couple weeks ago
Thought I had died
And
The world had changed
Things seemed just a little too real
Stuff in my bedroom was talking
Asking me, "You remember me?"
It was my life story playing
That happens right before you die
'twas time for a new set of dice
I went into the music room
Played a new tune on the bongos
Just letting it flow, trying to get the rhythm and feeling back
I closed my eyes and played until I was covered in sweet sweat
And coming to the conclusion
Smell the Roses
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