Lyrics: Song Without An Ending
Album: Burning Blue Soul
Artist: The, The
 

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.