This Life

I had a dream last night
You came on down
And showed me the way
And disappeared in a cloud
I set on out to have a holiday
And this ain't the time
To come and show me the way

You don't have the right
I say
You don't have the right of way
And I can make my mind up
I don't need your old ways
Don't you intervene
Move out the way
It's my agnostic holiday
Take your Christ and cross
I've had enough with your tales
Shut up with your stories
Anyway
Jews and Muslims
Trans and gays
They all have the right
To live a life free of fear
Of cosmic persecution

This ain't the way
I imagined this would go
I would run the show
And you would stay back home
A life of enlightenment
And laying cornerstones
Together on the throne
Never on our own

If this is the way
You are telling me it goes
Then you can have it all
And I will head on home
If this is the life
Of an angel
Then oh no
Cue the Mellotron
And put it in song form

Oh this life
Without a shape or form
Then you die alone
This life
Without a shape or form
Then you die alone
Oh this life
Without a shape or form
Then you die alone



Credits
Writer(s): Yair Shimrat
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