Song Without An Ending Lyrics - 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 and go over the top 

And 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 

And you know who you're gonna meet and what they're gonna ask 

Then supposin' your legs just withered away 

And 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