Song Without An Ending

I like you... i think that you're pretty good
But i think that you think, that i...
Well... that i'm a bit undercooked.

I'm lazy, i play silly jokes & go over the top.
& one of these days it's gonna get me killed,
& that will be my lot!

I suppose i'd leave you alone, after a while,
But i'll lie in my bed, feeding my head,
Until i become - fairly intelligent.

100,000 people today were burned.
I felt a pang of concern,
- what are we waitin' for - a message of hope.
- from the... pope!
I think he got shot as well!!!!

When everyday of your life, seems the same
- as the last,
& you know who you're gonna meet
- & what they're gonna ask
Then supposin' your legs just withered away
& you had to somehow slide around on your
Backside - for the rest of your days.
'imagine'... that you're happy now.
It's easy if you try - because we're all caught
Up in a mortifying loop - life.