Lyrics

Roshi's very tired He's lying on his bed He's been living with the living And dying with the dead But now he wants another drink Will wonders never cease? He's making war on war And he's making war on peace He's sitting in the throne-room On his original face And he's making war on nothing That has something in its place His stomach's very happy The prunes are working well There's no one going to Heaven And there's no one left in Hell