Song Without An Ending - 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 & go over the top.

& 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,

& you know who you’re gonna meet

— & what they’re gonna ask

then supposin' your legs just withered away