Marcus Aurelius Was Right All Along
Library book burning hunger for a taste
Of her smooth peanut butter cup hands round her waist
Crying over spilled milk and venom toothed spite
God's drunk again and he's looking for a fight
Smiling back black carved up like a pumpkin
Says how are you doing jack, I say better than nothing
That the devil hates more than a sane Christian
'Cept they seem to forget lucifer's in prison too
Lean against the rail, try to catch my breath
Felt the pain burning deep down inside my chest
Called the doctor 'fore my body went broke
He said I'd love to help you buddy but you're a hundred dollars short
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's too late
The good men all died yesterday
Rooted like stumps at the last chance saloon
Telling sides of the story from midnight to noon
Willow in the corner weeping bubbles in champagne
I'd be insane to complain when she drags me home again
She's laying on the bed wearing nothing but the shadow
Of a doubt in my head as I'm swinging on the gallows
Noose tight round my neck and I'm running for the door
Dumbfounded as the portmanteau gaping on the floor
The colour of your mind stains the sins of your soul
Shoes worn down till mud is filling up the hole
Truth is a perspective, opinions never clear
But the fact of the matter getting shoveled in your ear
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
All the good men died yesterday
Don't fear death, fear a wasted life
You choose your pain, you revel in your strife
Reject the senses and sense disappears
Waste a day with anger wastes away the year
Vines bear grapes without thought or reward
Anger is never dishonest
Live a good life, and if the gods are just
They won't care about devotion
Live a good life and if the gods are unjust
They won't care about devotion
If there are no gods, you'll still be gone
But your memory will live on and on
And on and on and on and on
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
The good men all died yesterday
What's good for the beehive
Is good for the bees
The twinkle in your eye is good enough for me
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
The good men all died yesterday
Of her smooth peanut butter cup hands round her waist
Crying over spilled milk and venom toothed spite
God's drunk again and he's looking for a fight
Smiling back black carved up like a pumpkin
Says how are you doing jack, I say better than nothing
That the devil hates more than a sane Christian
'Cept they seem to forget lucifer's in prison too
Lean against the rail, try to catch my breath
Felt the pain burning deep down inside my chest
Called the doctor 'fore my body went broke
He said I'd love to help you buddy but you're a hundred dollars short
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's too late
The good men all died yesterday
Rooted like stumps at the last chance saloon
Telling sides of the story from midnight to noon
Willow in the corner weeping bubbles in champagne
I'd be insane to complain when she drags me home again
She's laying on the bed wearing nothing but the shadow
Of a doubt in my head as I'm swinging on the gallows
Noose tight round my neck and I'm running for the door
Dumbfounded as the portmanteau gaping on the floor
The colour of your mind stains the sins of your soul
Shoes worn down till mud is filling up the hole
Truth is a perspective, opinions never clear
But the fact of the matter getting shoveled in your ear
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
All the good men died yesterday
Don't fear death, fear a wasted life
You choose your pain, you revel in your strife
Reject the senses and sense disappears
Waste a day with anger wastes away the year
Vines bear grapes without thought or reward
Anger is never dishonest
Live a good life, and if the gods are just
They won't care about devotion
Live a good life and if the gods are unjust
They won't care about devotion
If there are no gods, you'll still be gone
But your memory will live on and on
And on and on and on and on
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
The good men all died yesterday
What's good for the beehive
Is good for the bees
The twinkle in your eye is good enough for me
Tomorrow don't exist
Today's a day late
The good men all died yesterday
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