Wouldn't That be Funny...
Wouldn't that be funny...
If you ate hamburgers and daffodils
In Indo China laughing at cinema films
If you played Nintendo with an Australian
Sinned so hard on Pentecost with Ethiopians
If you told lies as jokes with fifteen one liners
Laughed it off and pulled it over Mr. Oppenheimer
Who's that ? I don't fucking know, a bad ass
It's all because funny people are the saddest
Wouldn't that be funny...
If you lost your home in economic crashes
Held it in, n' in your mind is all chronic madness
If you lost your child to the sate social workers
Still keep her room exactly but never fight for her
And in your mind are shades of all the eternal shine
But you're blinded by tears, showing that hurtful side
You go to the show by yourself and order two drinks
It's your birthday, but in your mind it's been two weeks
You think of ways life should have been, could of been
You are reminded of reality, here we go again, go again
Wouldn't it be nice...
If you stood up and said, "MAN THAT'S FUCKING IT"
Cut all ties to forfeit everything now, as soon as it sets
As good as it gets, you remove all your systemic regrets
Wouldn't that be funny, if you left and hit the road
Nobody noticed you gone (only cold and icicles know)
And you walk with a back pack on, canned food dinners
Three states away and still life is never gettin' better
A cigarette in your ear and a match stick in your teeth
Smoking so many dreams with that static on the feet
You start to miss your Nintendo and your impromptu jokes
Your daughter's up in the ward, you want to give up hope
You wonder if Australia accepts outlaws, stoked to start over
The ocean whispers a boat and your sail drifts apart, a loner
You give it all up, even the road and her adventure
No direction home, you feel a the bite like dentures
Not authentic anymore, no zest, or function to live
You think of Indo China and Ethiopia and their kids
Out of food now and your gut sticks to your spine (stole that line)
With your face in dirt you give up, sick, out of time
Wouldn't that be funny if you didn't live in the wild
You could die and never have to forsake your child
You look up to the apex of your situation now
Up in some astral nirvana, death executes on clouds
Watchin' them part, you see your daughter... it can't be
She is smiling, looking at you, and you are so fucking happy
You scream,
"I love you baby, I'll see you soon...I love you so much"
That would be funny, if this wasn't really happening
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