(talks). OK, Mike, Now. 1,2,3, and. That baby is going to heaven (3x). These days time is dragging real slowly. No much I fell I doing. I just wanna sleep away Eahh!.
When God comes to me. I will be shaking. Gun loaded on my knee. My fingers waiting. Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken. Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip.
This life reminds me of a carousel. Going all the way round. And we think it's swell, don't we?. Even plastic horses get put down. And hey, we all gotta hit the ground.