Two days gone, somebody Checked in on you - that rotten smell Had gotten into All the tenets' rooms You were found sitting up All alone in the bathtub, your clothes dry
But your brother doesn't want to know And nobody told your care-worker you died Weightlifting magazines, your little tv sets Your cigarettes... Some ad sent you a big fake Million dollar bill You thought it was the real thing You were gonna buy the world.
How crushing it must have been to find This is not your place, this is Not your time.
At least you're numb to the sun Crashing down upon Your fifty-something hide.
Time's already working hard against the mind There is no kindness, there's a different Kind of crime. Voices you were hearing baby blue Was it god? Why did he only want to talk To you? Your forgotten mind Is also mine.
