they came
they came up and said
you know
you know that you are dead
no matter what you do
it’s the only thing that’s true
and the salad bar you can plainly see is still on fire…
but the radio is onand it playing my favorite song
the one you used to sing
when you screamed at every thing
the one you said expressed all your desire…
and the green parade is on
going through the town
but you are up inside your room
searching through the gloom
you really don’t have anything to wear…
and you are worried about you hair
will it still be there?
when the sun burns on your face
leave you without a trace
it doesn’t matter, there isn’t anybody there…
at all…
it’s all just the fall…
nobody to meet
there is no one on the street
and the green parade was cancelled because of rain…
I didn’t want an apple anyway
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