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I heard this joke from a dying old man
who was leaning on the edge of his hospital bed
He whispered in my ear I can't remember what he said
but that wasn't the point for me

It was that he still found time to feel alive
even at the old age of a hundred and five
and when I looked real close I saw the sparkle in his eyes
I said "sir, you're alright by me"

Then we both kinda laughed and we both kinda smiled
He said it sure was nice to talk with you for awhile
I said the pleasure's all mine you've got the heart of a child
then he sighed and went back to sleep

And I hope that he dreams
of some childhood memories
that might bring him some peace
and let him be


I heard this story about death and deception
from a vietnam vet at a wedding reception
he had one too many drinks in his plastic cup collection
but that didn't matter much to me

It was that he spoke his words with such conviction
even though I think he knew he was blending fact and fiction
and he put me in such an awkward postition
but that was alright with me

And he spoke of ghosts and scary old witches
and said we're all just the son's of bitches
with hopes and dreams and dying last wishes
that we'll never live out to see

Well lonesomeness it is a disease
that will bring you straight down to your knees
you don't want none of this boy take it from me
you just can't give out your heart for free


and I knew then that our history
was all bull**** and dying dreams
and the future was just the rotted core
of the past and color schemes...

designed to keep us happy


I've got notebooks filled with pages of ****
that spits and spouts from out my lips
my pen and pad they both get pissed
and they go ahead and blame it on me

Well it's half my fault but half their's too
my words get stuck in crazy glue
and I don't know what else I can do
so I just let them roam freely

and they'll come home eventually
just like our troops across the sea
I just wish they'd be more dilligent
and return safely to me

Well you can blame the president
or me or war for all this ****
let's just hurry up and get it over with


So we can say that our history
was all bull**** and dying dreams
and the future was the rotted core
of the past and color schemes...

designed to keep us happy


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