the end? already here?
i just made coffee
do you not care?

i have the dentist thursday
he is a good man
if i go now
he may not understand

and what about my taxes
i have to pay them more
and everywhere there's boxes
i need to clear the floor!

my story is unwritten
my dreams are still so fresh
and plus i just have eaten
you can't take such stuffed flesh

you think in crawling traffic
the corpse won't raise a stench?
no, life must be an empire!
and death must be part-french