I like you   I think that you're pretty good   But I think that you think that I   Well   That I am 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'll be my lot      I suppose I'd leave you alone after a hint   But I'll lie in my bed feeding my head   'Til I become fairly intelligent      100,000 people today were burned   I felt a pang of concern   What are we waiting 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 gonna ask   Then supposing 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