Woe is me I swear that we had it but everyone wouldn’t agree That we never had a thing (we never did) Our dying words will be exaggerations Of what we said and what we did
The ticking of the clock Eventually it stops
Oh me, oh my Goodness gracious, what a lie Where everyone’s running around like they don’t have a clue What they will do now that it’s through And the ending is in sight Oh my goodness me, oh my It’s late and it’s time to say goodnight Oh my goodness me, oh my
Our disease Though feasibly, easily curable, I will agree that it’s not something we overfeed The truth will be told, the lies will unfold And anything anyone will ever ignore will come back up to settle old scores The writings on the wall says eventually we fall And even romans know That everything (everything), everything (everything) goes
