Pleas
I receive you- patiently
Who do you think I am?
Is Billy Boy really a man?
First impressions taunt the air
the truth within unfolds despair.
I'm weakening
as always just some more
don't know what to do about this dead man on the floor
leave on the mask and scream inside
I thought I heard a cry
I guess I'll play along with this game
I've got nothing left to hide
Feel my world has gone astray You should've known.
Fear the love won't go away You should've known.
I command you- to set me f
Free Four
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try
In the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.
So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go.
I can tell you, because I know.
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he died like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
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