Lyrics
Every life is a new way to die
Futures rain down from the sky
I don’t know what I’ll do or where I belong
Anything’s coming my way
Anything’s possible today
I move to peru and I build a canoe
From a tree trunk, scrap metal and glue
Overcharge the tourists they haven’t got a clue
Re-grow the afro and don’t use shampoo
Pablo the fisherman lends me his line
I’m catching seabass in no time
What a life, but no wife,
And I fucking hate mosquitos
Malaria was tough but the doc did enough
To save my life
Til I drown in a freak whirlpool at aged 65
Every life is a new way to die
Futures rain down from the sky
I don’t know what I’ll do or where I belong
Anything’s coming my way
Anything’s possible today
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