Eaten By Wolves

Why didn’t you kill yourself today? 
What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray 
Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart? 
How Anne Hathaway, 
How Peg Bundy 
Thou art. 
Hey Sugar: 
Prove to me that the air you breathe 
Wasn’t better served by the leaves of a tree. 
You’re but a breeder, 
Tax break receiver 
With menopause sweats 
A TV tray and a mosh pit son 
Who wastes the marrow of his bones 
Jumping into these drums. 
Please tell him: 
Don’t stand so (no) 
Don’t stand so (close) 
Don’t stand so close to me. 
See, I know your children 
Because I’ve been your children 
And us children, hopeful children 
Ain’t worth the stretch marks baby. 
‘Cause we may sing these songs of protest, 
Cast our ballots, too 
Forgo meat and 
Ride our bikes and 
Get our band’s stupid tattoo 
But it means nothing, 
Nothing, 
When we get eaten by the sun. 
Que sera 
Que sera 
For, whatever there is will soon be all gone. 
So what’s wrong 
With a song 
That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long? 
A purpose? 
You want a reason? 
Stop believing. 
Or stop needing the answers. 
There are no answers 
Except the sun, the sun, the sun. 
While you sit on your couch 
And wait up for your boy 
We’re polluting his mind with this 
(noise).