The Cucco Shack Blues

Lyrics

You say the world is ending... I say "what's new?" You see, I ain't got the energy that a rabbit hood would could do So it's hard to give a cow that the wolves are descending Hell, I might just join them too And maybe I might howl to the moon And cure these Cucco Shack Blues My sister's gettin' married to that shrimp that we once knew And I hear that fish-man band is playin' some bossa nova tunes But my heart is hurtin' for somethin' else And I think it's fallin' soon So tell me, do you think that this moon Might crush clean these Cucco Shack Blues? The birds and bees ain't interesting And you know I don't got that dog in me You can head next door if you feel the need To gamble your hard-earned dues Oh, no, I don't give a rat's damn ass 'bout woes any fellow man might have I've got one wish, and it won't come to pass In the time we've left to stew So, before our time is through Won't you let me sing to you These Cucco Shack Blues? Well I'll be a monkey's uncle Seems even I can still cry true But, let's be clear, you who waltzed on in here With your proud, faux-hero attitude: A crocodile sheds tears more sincere than any I'll shed for you These tears run for lives that I grew Cut short by these Cucco Shack Blues But pigs will fly before you see me cry 'bout a rotten world that saw me by It's a roadkill'd carcass, decayed, with flies And a Devil's horn tied to its horseshoe But I can't help but shed a tear At the thought that I might never hear That grown-up groan of all I hold dear Echo around my room So, before their time is through Won't you hear their little tune; These Cucco Shack Blues? But don't get it misconstrued I do not care about you Nor the horse you rode in on Nor those sheep back in town Nor their ever-repetitive coos Oh, I've heard it all before I've seen the circle of Time's whole loop And yet, I'm stuck playing mother hen To chicks that won't fly the coop I'm scared There, I said it... So take your troupe and crew And draw a carriage till I can no longer smell it... Fuck off back to Bremen... I'm scared... I admit it But I'm not scared that I might croak it! Let Don Gero conduct my doom! And no, I couldn't give a fox That this world hath lain its tomb Oh, you can take your "coy" and shove it! I've got bigger fish to fry Than some green, grass-hoppin' wannabe Who's all bark and no damn bite! I'll address this lament to The elephant in the room; Dear Harbinger of Doom Oh, ye rageful moon With your hateful clair de lune Can your sombre, solemn tune Cure my Cucco Shack Blues?