It's the king of things in which you know not

Volcano, off the top how the flows hot

Prostitute like Whirley who sold top

Who knew the disk would be a cold flop

Album sales did better in the storm drain

Sex was more sacred way before porn came

Two lovers quit the game, both feel the same pain

Sightless as Homer on this journey through life

I lied if I said the Illiad wasn't tight

Plight of the situation wasn't that dim

Still the outlook wasn't all that bright

Baby, I know one thing and it's for you, not them

That they're out of mind when they're not in sight

We've been trained to forget the future

Which is one in the same with the preceding events

I don't even know what direction we're sent

But one way or another, we'll get there, fully spent

Dead, hope we said the shit we meant