Song Without an Ending

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