To sleep, perchance to dream
To eat, to shop
To shop and eat some more
And then to sleep
Ahhh… sleeeeeeeeeep……
The little death that every night we dip into
A fine, fine day for a little nap
Getting out of jail and into going Central Park
The horses, the trees, the calm in the midst of madness
There is always someone we’ve murdered
Disappointed, betrayed
We only hope that we’ve done good
And not lived worthless lives
Who will be able to say this in truth over and over again?
Hej Gamle Man