I fear
the teardrops
beneath the pitter-
patter white chatter
of my oilskin feet
Feel the cold-warm marble,
Hear the green-white frog's gurgle,
Say hello to Mister Myrgle
the one with no face
and without the sight
to See
I WANT TO BE MISERY
I've seen all there is
And all there is to see
All the world I've seen
And I've never once
Not seen Me
I've looked so high and Low
Found a 'tweenworld they call Sorrow
Where I seem to fit well-in
I've played with the 'row-cats
Had a dance with each of them
the truth may have (only) three wise monkeys
But He's got nothing on these guys
Why, one of them
Hair as white as his chin
Told me stories make your head spin
Make the blood gush
Make your heart rush
And other cheap thrills like that
The big wild one they called Honey
Got a voice that's more like a scream
That stream they once called Honey
I've seen a place far more pristine (in a listrine)
Money's cheap,
Sell it while you can
'Cos here comes the marching Man
He's come to collect (and he doesn't respect)
all of your Sorrows
Though he doesn't want no Cash
One can see he's quite well-equipped
If I'd just knew who He was
Maybe I'd also look the dash
He came without a smile
But also did make no sound
With all those pots and pans he
Did what none could see
I've seen my share of merry-men
I've had my fill of me-se-ree
Though he didn't want no change or money
He asked if I wanted some (a change, something new)
I struggled to look so tough
"I've got this;" I started to say
"I know it all"; started to think
"you're great and all, but, but.." said the voice
"but I'm a little greater" it went on
