Nothing is better. No one’s to
blame,
as we walk down our long, lonesome road.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
as we walk down our long, lonesome road.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
It’s true, we can't call a rock by its name,
and we give too much power to the toad.
But nothing is better. No one’s to blame.
and we give too much power to the toad.
But nothing is better. No one’s to blame.
We had a big wedding, but nobody
came,
our planned smooches never bestowed.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
our planned smooches never bestowed.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
What’s so funny about a walk in
the rain,
sweet fragrance of grass newly mown?
Nothing is better. No one’s to blame.
sweet fragrance of grass newly mown?
Nothing is better. No one’s to blame.
Only an odd inconvenience
of fame,
God's body, the heaviest load.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
We had to laugh when death
ended the game,God's body, the heaviest load.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
all fall down to our final abode.
Nothing is better. No one’s to blame.
Hilarity and religion are the same.
