The The - Song Without An Ending lyrics

I like you... I think that you're pretty good

But I think that you think, that I...

Well... that I'm a bit undercooked.

I'm lazy, I play silly jokes & go over the top.

& one of these days it's gonna get me killed,

& that will be my lot!

I suppose I'd leave you alone, after a while,

but I'll lie in my bed, feeding my head,

Until I become - fairly intelligent.

100,000 people today were burned.

I felt a pang of concern,

- what are we waitin' for - a message of hope.

- from the... POPE!

I think he got shot as well!!!!

When everyday of your life, seems the same

- as the last,

& you know who you're gonna meet

- & what they're gonna ask

then supposin' your legs just withered away

& you had to somehow slide around on your

backside - for the rest of your days.

'Imagine'... that you're happy now.

It's easy if you try - because we're all caught

up in a mortifying loop - LIFE.