Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee
I'll do The same as long as you can bear
If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance, the way
I eat If you love the morning spots
I try And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle, each weak knee
But still my moods must swing
To solitude
I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display
But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean
I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way
I feel Cause when the
Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day
I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear
Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke (They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes (They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade poisons
And factions everywhere (They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your name
And I don't care!
编辑于2023/12/03更新