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Life's like a mayonnaise soda |
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And life's like space without room |
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And life's like bacon and ice cream |
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That's what life's like without you |
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Life's like forever becoming |
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But life's forever dealing in hurt |
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Now life's like death without living |
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That's what life's like without you |
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Life's like Sanskrit read to a pony |
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I see you in my mind's eye strangling on your tongue |
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What good is knowing such devotion |
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I've been around, I know what makes things run |
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What good is seeing eye chocolate |
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What good's a computerized nose |
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And what good was cancer in April |
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Why no good, no good at all |
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What good's a war without killing |
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What good is rain that falls up |
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What good's a disease that won't hurt you |
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Why no good, I guess, no good at all |
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What good are these thoughts that I'm thinking |
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It must be better, huh not to be thinking at all |
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A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete |
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No not much, not much at all |
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What's good is life without living |
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What good's this lion that barks |
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You loved a life others throw away nightly |
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It's not fair, not fair at all |
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What's good? |
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Oh baby, what's good? |
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What's good? |
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What's good? |
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Not much at all |
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Hey baby, what's good? |
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What's good? Life's good |
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But not fair at all |