Porpoise Song

My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away, there's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdose has no choice and it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see, crying to the sky
But the corpus is waving goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away, there's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdose has no choice and it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see, crying to the sky
But the corpus is laughing goodbye, goodbye

Flicks, flicks, pride in the fact that
Your ass collapses, alright for a while
Egos, saints of castles and kings and
Things that go with the life of Zion
Wanting to feel, to know what it feels, living is a lie
But the corpus is waiting goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye