I got the existential blues
Now ain't that good news?
Micro-surgery ain't my scene
For I like to keep clean
Watch my empire crumble
As I trip and stumble
Treading on pigeons in the park
I think I'll stay here 'til it's dark.
I might even eat a horse
Covered with lettuce, of course.
Smile out of place,
He'll break your face
I smiled at five to nine
So he came and broke mine.
I fell in love but it's rough
For I just cannot get enough
Gradually my hopes sink
As I sit alone and think
The wind howls in the trees
My heart is chilly as the breeze
Life creeps on the ground
I watch it crawl around
Look carefully at the stare
You'll see that I'm not there
I have gone again, you see
I don't know where to be.
Why are everyone's eyes so brown?
Am I the only blue-eyed kid in town?
Let's live in a stasis field
Where to all time must yield
How nice it would be
Ageless for infinity
I got the existential blues
Now ain't that good news?