In the morning when u wake up,
Then pour the coffee in ur coffee cup
Oh the skies are never empty,
In the mounds that make a father come
Is there a heaven I wonder?
Is there a hell down under us?
Maybe son I don't know I don't know,
But, mostly I don't care
It's just like that Robert frost poem,
So for those that go on dying in their clothes and underwear
That tune is awful nice and it shall suffice,
What is life if not holly unfair?