Oh, fortune,
Bring fortune
To spare.
Time's passing,
And we're worsing
For wear,
Aching for breathable air.
Oh, my God, it's killing me.
Oh, chances,
Oh, forces
Of luck.
Fields arid;
Windows boarded...
Enough.
Lord, let those skies open up.
Powers that be, forsaken me.
Oh, choices,
Bring voices;
Resound.
Please be merry
When I am buried
In the ground.
Nice to have the kids around.
Oh, my God, it's killing me.