When I woke up this morning
The sky in my window went black
And though I know I do not matter
I still realize there's something I lack
When my woman heard me moaning
She told the kids I'm diseased
Yet, to see like a blind man
Is just what I need to feel complete
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what living feels like to the dead
There's nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead.
I do not feel like talking
To my friends about nothing at all
All these words could ever do
Was to buy some time and dampen the fall
Yet I am a shallow man
Grinding his teeth against a wooden tongue
And then I go out at night, asking:
"Why are we still having fun?"
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what living feels like to the dead
There's nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead.
The only things that you remember
Are the things that I would like to forget
So please, go chase memories
While I piss into the wind instead
I'm going to bury myself in a crypt made of fury and dung
So the people can visit and ask:
"Where did he go wrong?"
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what living feels like to the dead
There's nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead and
Leave no trace