Too close to celebration I am the world You are the uncomfortable baggage I'm stringing along Inch by inch Inch by inch Foot by foot Foot by foot World by world World by— How could you take in The dark filling fart stains Out of the basement You're too much work I'm the soot You're the water, and I can't face it But brother, someday You'll sing like— I'll feed you slowly In the corner Take it in Warm water and bread Before you know it Before you know Everything around you is dead But brother, someday You'll sing like me These days are numbered But so are we Try not to look down Try not to look down Try not to—