The House At Pooneil Corners

You and me, we keep walking around and we see

All the bullshit around us.

You try and keep your mind on what's going down,

Can't help but see the rhinoceros around us.

Then you wonder what you can be,

And you do what you can to get balled and high.

And you know I'm still gonna need you around.

And you know I'm still gonna need you around.

You say it's healing, but nobody's feeling it.

Somebody's dealing, somebody's stealing,

And you say you don't see and you don't.

You say you won't know and you won't, when it comes.

Everything someday will be gone except silence.

The earth will be quiet again.

Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence

Left as the memory of men.

There will be no survivors, my friend.

Suddenly everyone will look surprised,

Stars spinning wheels in the skies,

Sun is scrambled in their eyes

While the moon circles like a vulture.

Someone stood at the window and cried one tear.

I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me.

That's the last hour to think anymore.

Jelly and juice and bubbles

bubbles on the floor.

Castles on cliffs vanished

Just like heaps rubbish

Seen from the stars hour upon hour

As splinters, dust, and black flowers.

From here to heaven is a scar,

Dead center, deep as death.

All the idiots have left.

The idiots have left.

Cows are almost cooing,

Turtle doves are mooing;

Which is why a Pooh is poohing

In the sun


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