What are you supposed to say
We have been living for a long time
Without god paying for our own
Health insurance we are old we
Have been we have money
To park for free if you think about it
Free when they find you

When I Lived In Amsterdam


Changes are made when you’re gone
The inside’s most times gutted
Everything washed
What are you supposed to become now
So pray to the dead, god who dies every year
Rises head spinning with dreams
Whose life ain’t worth the silver it's sold for
Next year won’t be so bad


Cappy and I were drinking at the 420
iHeaven we said when you die now
you go to iHeaven and your're never dead

I checked to see if your Facebook page
Was still there it is RIP they say
You’ve joined the ranks of the forgotten