In His Last Few Seconds On Earth - Thingy

Nothing matters, is or not fair, since he fell out the womb

How much breathing or sleeping fulfills this anonymous goal?

Live cheap

A nap on breezy days

A perfect cup of tea

How long can I beat this dead horse

Till my arm no longer moves?

Why pretend whatever you think

Has any effect at all?

Rode his bike down to the beach as soon as he heard it was coming

Last thing he said before the tidal wave hit

«My God, what a fucking beautiful day!»

And «Look at that sky!»

(x2)

And «Look at that sky!»

as the waves came crashing

Now’s your chance to make something out of yourself

By feeding millions

That useless bag of flesh you’ve been dragging around

Is good for something