Song Without An Ending — текст песни (The The)

I like you... I think that you`re pretty good
But I think that you think, that I...
Well... that I`m a bit undercooked.

I`m lazy, I play silly jokes & go over the top.
& one of these days it`s gonna get me killed,
& that will be my lot!

I suppose I`d leave you alone, after a while,
but I`ll lie in my bed, feeding my head,
Until I become - fairly intelligent.

100,000 people today were burned.
I felt a pang of concern,
- what are we waitin` 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,
& you know who you`re gonna meet
- & what they`re gonna ask
then supposin` your legs just withered away
& 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.