ha, ha, world everyday i used to write you a letter but you never wrote back and you never made me feel any better
always sitting here fretting and getting confused halfway desperate for a headline of hope in the news when the telephone rang i spilled it all over my sweather
the call was for me and i answered the phone in the kitchen but the room was too hot i forgot i was cooking my chicken
i was burning like hell but the stove wasn't on then the voice on the line says the chicken is gone the reciever goes dead and it hums while the plot starts to thicken
would i have hung up the phone had i known the whole room would start swaying i was instantly cold and i knew why my life wasn't paying i had money and fame but my wealth wasn't wise what good are the coins on a dead man's eyesv and the ringing of chimes in my head said it's time to start praying
i been sitting here praying and laying up treasures in heavenv i was home and the front door was locked when the clock struck eleven i heard the bride outside yell millenium though the sun was still up the twelfth hour has come
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