Why They Still Play
They’ll still play, because their human;
even though life is away
They’ll still play
With Bones as their drumstyx,
Fingernail picks for fat licks,
Because their human.
They’ll still play the blues
Even with nothing left to loose
they’ll still play
On drums made of skin,
Guitar’s with sinews streched thin,
Because they are human.
They’ll still play for the new man
Even when he’s got nothin’ to say
They’ll still play.
They’ll take turns being the minstrel
Even though they are in hell
Because they are human.
They’ll still play bagpipes made of stomach
The lipless droning doodle sacks
They’ll still play
Each ghost wiping away the tears
From their hollow skulled peers
because their still human.
Master Maestro
Master Maestro says its over
So applaud if you can
If your brain can still talk to your hand
Because Maestro knows your dumbfounded
…. that was his plan.
Master Maestro says its over
Thanks for attending the show
But before you decide to go,
You’ve whitnessed a miracle
…. Just so you know.
Master Meastro says its over
Before its truly begun
So mind your neighbours tongue
on your way to the door
…. Maestro’s been having some fun.
Master Maestro says its over
But he hopes to see you again
You’ll be too old by then
To change his mind
… He’ll be as sorry as he’s ever been.
