From the forthcoming album: Schopenhauer's Apprentice
Here comes Mr OD
Isn't he a swell guy
Wouldn't hurt a crane-fly
Just don't look him in the eye
Here comes Mr OD
Belly full of JD
Tramadol and codeine
Cocked it up, at least he tried
Here comes Mr OD
Tried to take his own life
Couldn't handle his strife
Forty years then suicide
Here comes Mr OD
Isn't he a swell guy
Wouldn't hurt a crane-fly
Just don't look him in the eye
And however close I came to death
I saw nothing
No smiling angels or relatives
I saw nothing
No flashing memories before my eyes
I saw nothing
No tunnels or heavenly lights
I saw nothing
Tell me, do you think there's anything wrong with your mind really?
Not a thing, Doc, I'm a goddamn marvel of modern science
Hahaha Woooo!
Medication time! Medication time!