Well, well, as far as I can tell You’re going straight to hell You’re going straight to hell Mistakes were made when you were a younger man You’ve got to live with them You’ve got to live with them “Bad boy, what you gonna do when they come for you?” And you know they always do You say this land is a place for second chances And you practice all your answers For when the feces hit the fan Right, right, everybody’s got a past Right, right, Tiger King and Mother Theresa Right, right, you were hoping yours wouldn’t last Alas, it’s caught up with you And you hide, you hide, too many skeletons in your closet You pack them tight, those poor dead bodies are getting crowded It stinks to heaven on high, but the cleaning ladies on their way And you try, you try, to sweep it all under the carpet You lie, you lie, as if ain’t anybody gonna see it Bye-bye, bye-bye, the dream police are on their way Hey, hey, the high tide went away And every one of us who stayed See you’ve been swimming without a trunk You’re not so sure if you should fess up before too late You keep on smiling but you’re afraid And deep inside you feel like scum Poor boy, what you gonna spout when your Mom finds out And you know moms always do You hope this land hates the sins but loves the sinner That you’ll just waffle, duck and slither When the feces hit the fan more

LYRICS: I know what you think, That I can hardly, hardly sing to save my life, And you might be up to something, But how I wish you weren’t right For what is a man to do If his voice won’t carry a tune But he’s got songs coming out the wazoo, And the shower just won’t do? I wish I could sing like Freddie Mercury Hit all those high notes and always be in the right key I’d skip the unitards, they’re not flattering on me But, boy, I would be so happy I’d sing you songs all night, all day and in between You’d dance and laugh and look at me lovingly We’d harmonize and live in harmony Oh, we would be so happy You don’t like my voice But you don’t have a choice, you’re married to me, And I fancy myself quite the artiste As I work on my future hits But I want to sing for you, Get down on one knee and serenade you, And I don’t want you to cringe when I do, That’s why I wish I could sing like who? I wish I could sing like Freddie Mercury Hit all those high notes and always be in the right key I’d skip the unitards, they’re not flattering on me But, boy, I would be so happy I’d sing you songs all night, all day and in between You’d dance and laugh and look at me lovingly We’d harmonize and live in harmony Oh, we would be so happy ======= Words and Music by Pierre Englebert (c) 2020. From the album "Love, Loss, and Chickens" (2023)more

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