One way or another
It's goin' to make its presence known
From one monkey to another
You can't lose what you don't own
It's okay if you get anxious
Just please don't call the cops
There's a couple things I'm sure of
And a whole lot more I'm not
There's a sentimental value
To the memory of love
It's a pretty-lookin' rainbow
What does it remind you of?
Is it somewhere there's a heart of gold
That's never gonna rust?
Or it's a hard rain, honey
But it's never gonna flood
Dеspite all my reservations
I'vе been doing this for years
Hopin' that some magic touch
Will finally make it clear
But when it all comes crashin' down
And I'm still standin' here
Lookin' at the same face in the same place
Just a different kind of mirror
Well, nothing last forever
And every other trope
I guess it just depends on
How much DMT you smoked
But when I think of Robin Williams
At the end of his rope
It makes no difference what we're makin'
The reaper makes the final joke
So I gather my impressions
Of the universal sigh
And hope that someone's listenin'
To their radio tonight
Though it doesn't really matter
With so many come before
Who the hell are we fooling?
No one buys records anymore
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
