Or Not To be
He said that death
Was calling his name
He said that voice
Was driving him crazy, man
Insane, insane, insane
When you are out there on the edge
You feel like dancing on the ledge
And playing with the end of the line
As if it was your own personal kitty cat
Or lover
Dance with me, oh Death
Oh, dance with me, oh Death
Dance with me, oh Death, ah ha
Who are you to tell me that I should hang on
That I should be made to sing the rest of this song
That I did not ask to sing in the first place
Nah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
To be, or not to be
Honey, that is the question
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms
And just check out
Life, it can break you
It can take you for a ride
And like toads in a pot,
We are not aware
No, no we are not
How we got to this place
The mind is a funny thing
The mind is a funny thing
The mind is a funny thing, indeed
Let me tell you about the mind
Let me, let me tell you about the mind
Let me tell you about my (F$%#@*$ mind)
When you find yourself in a dream
You are not aware that it is a dream
And when you find yourself in a state of depression
You have no reference point to anything else
The fog creeps in slowly
You do not notice the change
And then you forget that there was anything ever but the fog
You are the fog
Everybody said that life was so precious
But I could feel only pain
(He could feel only pain)
Everybody seemed to get the chance to dance in the sunshine
While I was stuck in the rain
(He was stuck in the rain)
It is not difficult to destroy a human mind
All you have to do is convince them that there is no hope
That they will never be useful again
That they will never return to that state of Eden
That they only remember at the corner of their mind
I stood at the edge of the tennis courts
And I thought to myself how wonderful it would be
If my heart stopped right then
How I could escape in a no fault manner
A thousand times I stuck an imaginary gun to my head
And pulled the imaginary trigger
I imagined how it would be when they found the body
I remember feeling bad for them that would have to find the body
And the stink they would have to face
After days of not answering the telephone
Or showing up at work
Why does nobody answer the telephone?
Why does nobody pick up?
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