The Chuckler - Protomartyr

It meant a lot to me then

It matters less to me now

And any pleasure derived

Was knowing that they’d never feel as good

As a badge pinned on a thrift store coat

That smelled of sauerkraut and cloves

An angry customer’s face

Confused because they didn’t get their way

Is something they would never allow

But they have to allow

Because this pitiful exchange

Will be the sole high point of our day

I guess I’ll keep on chuckling

'Til there’s no more breath in my lungs

And it really doesn’t matter at all

Ha ha

War and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky

And poison in the soil

Oh Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke

It meant a lot to me then

It matters less to me now

All calls are answered

It’s no bother, I just wanted to talk

To the direct marketer

From Bangalore or was it Mahabalipuram?

He tried to sell me on a credit card

I asked about the weather and whether his life was hard

You say your name is Lazlo?

I don’t think that is true

Because Yar, I know a Lazlo

And he doesn’t sound half as smart as you

I guess I’ll keep on chuckling

'Til there’s no more breath in my lungs

And it really doesn’t matter at all

Ha ha

War and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky

And poison in the soil

Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke

War and rumors of war

Clouds of poison in the sky

And poison in the soil

Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke