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I've picked out my headstone
I've broken my cell phone
On purpose because I am through
This life has shown me
Everything it can show me
I reckon there's nothing new
It's not that I'm lazy
Though they’ll all think I'm crazy
It's just that I'm feeling tired
I'll sit in this arm chair
'Til the gray claims my sad hair
And get on with the uninspired

Hey, these happy days
They come and go so slowly, oh so slowly
Oh, these happy days

I've plunked down my savings
On a rest home vacation
I’ll stay til my time is through
It's no matter I'm 31
There can still be a bit of fun
In the midst of the afternoon
I'll make love to the nurses
As shiny black hearses
Carry my friends away
My dining companions
Are headed for canyons
Far beyond the day-to-day

Hey, these happy days
They come and go so slowly oh so slowly
Oh, these happy days

Babel my friend
You're looking fit
You've bettered your time today
But that stopwatch
Around your neck
Is tick tick ticking away
Poor man he's resisting
Contorting and twisting
Against the unbearable and awful decay
So sit down on this bench, my man
And let it all drift away, let it all drift away

I can't live
When I'm dying
So why bother trying
We're all headed for the grave
And one day I awake to see
Babel hanging from a tree
He could no longer hold the charade
Then Mireille appears
As her final day nears
We journey to Normandy
At life and death’s convening
I discover some meaning
In the tears she cries into the sea
Into the sea

Hey, these happy days
They come and go so slowly oh so slowly
Oh, these happy days
Hey, these happy days
They come and go so slowly oh so slowly
Oh, these happy days

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