Eulogy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Billy, you're officially dead - [Laughter] Hey, you! You listening to this record, wake up! Hey, you! You listening to this record, wake up! Hey, you!) [Verse 1] If I said this was my final opportunity (What?) To write my eulogy (Ok) You'd assume it to be lunacy, presumably Happiness eluding me I asked the preacher man to humour me But he said there's nothing he could do for me In the midst of all manner of buffoonery Silly blinging jewellery like it's the silver jubilee I'm in the lab with Telemachus & Uylsses Banging on the drum pads, rattling computer keys New wave like music by The Human League Here's some loose change, go the store Buy a brew for me I did my duty, what did duty ever do for me? A rebel They'll end up executing me for mutiny You should've [?] Already giving him a reasoning Got the pot boiling with the seasoning Brimstone stew, delicious Gotta bust a move like Disco Stu From The Simpsons [Chorus] (And in a time that's closer Life will be even bolder, then) Love (Love is the only answer) The only answer, yo (Hate is the root of cancer, then) [Verse 2] This song could truly be my final opportunity To write my eulogy You'd assume it to be lunacy, presumably Misery consuming me I called the midnight request line The DJ wouldn't even play the tune for me Blues singers sing the blues for me Blue-eyed soul in a baby blue suit You can croon for me Fuck it, you could do 'Fly Me to the Moon' for me The thing I fear most is a squandered opportunity And I articulate it beautifully Bigging up Confucius in particular for boosting me I just do it The difference between you and me I'm like Nike, you've got nothing where the 'swoosh' should be On the shoe, in fact, you're more like a spoof of rap Consider me the Don Dada, Super Cat Keep a doobie strapped, midnight Scooby snack Back to my secret lair, rigged with the booby trap [Chorus] (And in a time that's closer Life will be even bolder, then) Love (Love is the only answer) The only answer, yo (Hate is the root of cancer, then) [Verse 3] So, if I said this is my final opportunity To try and write my eulogy You'd assume it to be lunacy, presumably (Huh?) The reaper keep pursuing me (What?) I asked Father Time to watch my back But he said there's nothing he could do for me So who the fuck a brother man to google, b? Looking for the answer, sat at the computer screen That's why I choose to use the music therapeutically And smoke the booda tree like it was ciggies from the duty free Basic level meditation, Supa T Counteract the propaganda that pollute my chi Energy; you're confusing me with your enemy Love is the only answer, the keep telling me (They keep telling me, they keep telling me...) Love is the only answer, yo, the answer [Chorus] (And in a time that's closer Life will be even bolder, then) Love (Love is the only answer) The only answer, yo (Hate is the root of cancer, then)