To be alive is a wondrous thing

Except for all the suffering

But darling dears, don’t be afraid

There’s moonshine in the lemonade

There’s a wild wind coursing through the sky

It will continue ‘till the day you die

Dew and stardust light your way

To heaven, known as hell, on your dying day

Heaven sounds a dreadful bore

A place to sleep and a place to snore

No bursts of color that form upon your tongue

For being good is akin to being numb

And to be wicked, as some would say

Seems to be the only way

To feel the rush, the crash, the chill

When all the world is sleeping still