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Rain on my head It is the final dispute Enemies dance to my Angry black fluet Dylan kicks ass And I am still on mute My father is helpless My mother is not good Death is a myth I saw it Like happiness love And god knows it Silently walking In my cemetery Not even knowing Its my time to be Bowie is gone I heard it Lou reed was the first To know it Death is a myth I saw it Like happiness love And god knows it A foreign worker With an accent I cant hear twenty four seven She keeps him quite clear Martin is old He just went to sleep Will I be a hero Or gently just weep Death is a myth I saw it Like happiness love And god knows it