Life In The D - Brendan Benson

My life in the D is a tragicomedy

A poetic verse

It’s voodoo some say black magic ettouffe

A dead man’s curse

It’s just like the Egyptian tombs

Tunnels leading to empty rooms

Skeptics think it’s a doctored photo

Of a U.F.O

You’re wasting your breath on life after death

Coz I’m almost sure

If hell does exist than the Devil’s a scientist

Finding a cure

It’s life microscopic size

Unseen by the naked eye

The answer’s encoded with ink

That’s invisible

When God made the earth and saw his net worth

He posed for a shot

And life in the D is what was handed to me

And that’s what I’ve got

It’s all just a hologram

Locked in a vault it’s a cryptogram

A lie on the Polygraph test

It’s detectable