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And so life goes on till death do we part, There’s no better way to end no safer place to start, Let's have a standing ovation for the circus freak, Makes you feel so mighty to see someone so meek, Punch line humor; standing-room only joke, A crowd gathers 'round to watch your life go up in smoke, You can hear your sanity creaking like a rusty joint, Don’t know whether to blame yourself but that's beside the point.

These are the days when the heat is unbearable, These are the days when the forecast is terrible, The world is an enemy, People are just what they seem to be, It’s the dark night of the soul, You feel like a circle around a hole.

Sick and fucking tired of humoring these idiots but it’s all a good laugh in the end, And then we go on pretending to pretend, But you’ve got to suffer till your sober; watch till you go blind, Dance till doomsday; no one seems to mind, When you try to hide; well you just give yourself away, Every man is judged by what he does or does not say, It’s easy to forget to remember but it’s tough to remember to forget, I’ve been bleeding for years and I’m not dead yet.

These are the days when the heat is unbearable, These are the days when the forecast is terrible, The world is an enemy, People are just what they seem to be, It’s the dark night of the soul, You feel like a circle around a hole.

It’s just a feeling it’s nothing you can touch, It’s beyond definition so it couldn’t mean that much, Life is indifferent to the spectator's seats, The people in the front ten rows can't see any better than the people in the cheap seats, But everybody thinks they’ve got a birds-eye view, So everybody’s just doing without knowing what to do, And so life goes on till death do we part, There’s no safer way to end no better place to start.

These are the days when the heat is unbearable, These are the days when the forecast is terrible, The world is an enemy, People are just what they seem to be, It’s the dark night of the soul, You feel like a circle around a hole.

Sept. 87

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from Season of the Moon, released December 1, 1989

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