"What comes next?" I ask the Chinese God of Fortune from my bed And in my head He gets right back to me And much like this small slip of paper Riddles of my death In broken verse, he does his worst and goes like "Don't be afraid of your downfall It's your downfall that should fear you If you know that it's coming, it'll sooner start running away" Lucky numbers 1, 3, 29, 38 Well, that's just great They shot the fact-checker and threw him in the lake For Heaven's sake Will someone please go out And fish his little glasses from The duckweed cluster there Does no one care? Are you aware that when you Can't even trust in your experts All your experts distrust you Though I can't really say I'm an expert on ID'ing experts I've got a clue It's not me, and it's not you Good morning, and how do you do