I'm Going to Do It

I'm going to do it
I'm going to do it
You always said take responsibility
Claim Valhalla
Daddy

I'm going to do it
Like we've said for such a long time
And simmer is the boy cast in hell water sunshine

Hot eyes
Crusted in smoke
The clown at the end of Robin Williams' joke

Damp eyes
They never spoke
They never looked beyond the glass upon which they choke

So now you comprehend the lumps in your neck
As if there was even a choice
When the only wage of sin is death
I'll rake the millions with some poise

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty
Tell me that you can't ignore me
Tell me that you need me sorely
Tell me every day destroys you

And time, time, over and over
And time, time, heavenly sun

It kills to try again
The irony bypass operation

I never contributed anything that wasn't referential garbage
Look on the Brightside, you tried
Look on the Brightside, it's fine
Another Pigeon Man gone to the sun
Sun

I want a place to flourish
I want a place to flourish
I want a place to flourish
I wanted more than life could ever grant me.