The Endless Waltz: Part2

Now the crowd’s switching gears from shots to beers We must collect unemployment Not so much for our enjoyment more or less because we can’t find a job Back in my day I was a heart throb Well boys weren’t we all once Now I’m a great story to end with a sob Don’t even touch that door knob hidden deep in my mind If your not willing to tumble in an avalanche Or take a spill from the highest tree branch It might be a thrill But it holds potential to kill at beckon call or I reckon even at will Oh, what a thrill to kill yourself with a clear liquid and a small white pill Yes, even you can take life at will Oh, what a thrill This is the most pathetic crowd I could have expected to have found But what can I expect from such an old run down bar and grill On every Friday night I fill it But this will be my one last final show I’m done now it’s in affect I elect not to be sold short I mean why listen to priest who don’t believe their own religion And that politician who can’t comprehend the magnitude of what he just said It’s ok though Nuclear fusion is just one of the things technology gave modern men To bring upon an end So it’s bombs away boys I blow on my scraps every time the weight of the world pushes me down So lets have a request I’m like a jukebox I’ll pump out your favorite sounds And when the final note is found We will split and get the hell out of town On to another leg of this journey Steadily searching for the salvation we haven’t found Oh, my heart says “go” But my mind says “No, you’re just digging yourselves a place to rest six feet in the ground” Why did the world have to spin I’m getting dizzy on this constant merry-go-round