Death stalks me like a sweetheart
Rushes up and then just lets me be
All together my life comes apart
And I keep watching but I cant see
 
Hip deep in Cadillacs and cardboard
Shooting rockets at the moon
The status quo is just a little more
And it had better be soon
 
Too much is never enough
And right now is gona be too late
The world is too busy doing stuff
And so my life will have to wait
 
Brush away the dead canaries
And put a picture on the desk
Another charm on the keys
And a dead carnation on your vest
 
Pound the swords into plowshares
And the romance into bell curves
Atop all the freshly painted prayers
Only Satans corporate Hors d'œuvre
 
Pull out the dreams and polish
Cry a tear for all the windmills
Look to progress instead of solace
Hope is just another bitter pill