Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up.
Thirty odd years without having my cake up.
So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap year.
I don't know why we here, Since we gotta be here.
Life is but a beach chair.
Went from having shabby clothes Crossing over Abbey Roads. Hear my angels singing to me Are you happy DREW?
I just hope im hearing right.
Karma's got me fearing life.
Joey are you praying for me I got demons in my past So i got daughters on the way.
If the prophecy's correct Then the child should have to pay.
For the since of a father So i barter my tommorows. Against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be OK.
And when im no longer here.
The shade of face from the flare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a shiny new beach chair
