Mobility Scooter Blues

And we can ride on Ride on till the sun turns to space-dust And our skulls turn to bone-dust We can walk a gallery of memories till our clones die off And splinter out into a kaleidoscopic universe of exploding, infinite time machines Everything begins and ends in the stars and in the sea Where'er the whale dies and washes ashore Only to be mistaken as a fleshy mass of unadulterated caring Only to be mistaken as a piece of everything constantly unexisting Life is a death parade Every step we take clears a little more room in the earth for our graves Sandbag head Alcohol tongue Set yourself on fire I don't fall in love with rocks anymore At the end of everything Your hand is nowhere to be found Barbed wire Rosebush Longsword, sandpaper pole At the end of everything Hold on to anything Ride on, rider Mobility Scooter Blues