Original lyrics
ENOne way or another, it's gonna make its presence known
From one monkey to another, you can't lose what you don't own
It's okay if you get anxious, just please don't call the cops
There's a couple things I'm sure of, and a whole lot more I'm not
There's a sentimental value to the memory of love
It's a pretty lookin' rainbow, what does it remind you of?
Is it somewhere there's a heart of gold that's never gonna rust?
Or it's a hard rain, honey, but it's never gonna flood
Despite all my reservations, I've been doin' this for years
Hopin' that some magic touch would finally make it clear
But when it all comes crashing down, I'm still standin' here
Lookin' at the same face in the same place, just a different kind of mirror
Well, nothing lasts forever, and every other trope
I guess it just depends how much DMT you smoked
But when I think of Robin Williams at the end of his rope
It makes no difference what you're making
The reaper makes the final joke
So I gather my impressions of the universal sigh
And hope that someone's listening to their radio tonight
Though it doesn't really matter with so many come before
And who the Hell are we fooling?
No one buys records anymore
