Flowers Are Pretty
Children are lovely, before they get ugly
and learn to do bad stuff.
Flowers are pretty, before they get shitty
and they rot and turn to dust.
I hear that life is a wheel and you can't make it stop,
if you try, it'll flatten your head.
It's a circle of shit, we're in the middle of it,
but soon we'll all be dead,
like everybody else that's ever lived before,
the things you make fall to the floor.
And nobody knows how hard you tried,
it's been that way since the start of time.
There was a caveman did some amazing thing,
but nobody here gives a fuck.
And in a thousand years they'll feel the same,
towards all the things you've done.
*Chorus
So don't worry what might give you cancer,
stay up nights just wanting answers,
it's a crapshoot but it's mostly crap.
Things start out they're so terrific,
they'll fuck up, it's scientific.
Entropy and uncertainty won't yeild to you
or you.
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Look at the sight of a beautiful night,
it's a feeling that's so divine.
Gets sucked down the toilet,
and something will spoil it,
with the good times left behind.
Don't try to figure out who's at fault,
powerful forces abound.
Like a twig on a river in the universe,
tomorrow you'll probly drown.
So don't worry if it is a tumor,
all this will be over sooner,
just a crapshoot but it's mostly crap.
Things start out they're so terrific,
they'll fuck up, it's scientific,
entropy, and uncertainty won't yeild to you,
or you.
And all the things that matter most,
disappear,
here's a toast.
To erosion, and corrosion,
old-timers and pain.
Don't try to figure out who's at fault,
there's powerful forces at play,
and if you lose your legs and have to beg,
it's really all the same.
*Chorus*
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