It is a brilliant summer evening
it's nineteen ninety six
I am taken by this feeling
that you are dangerous
we're flying blind
mountains jagged in the sky
our wings are trembling
in the wind
were flying blind
flying very very high
I was asleep
last Sunday morning
when she called
and said that you were dead
I guess that's why
I woke up screaming
with your face stuck
inside my head
if you don't care
if you live or die
well than why should I?
can you tell me that?
it's times like these
that no one can say
who the losers are
and who will win
now Paddy Chayefsky's dead
they're firing cannons up the
mountainside
we are huddled up
like children there
a kid plays guitar
like a suicide
the sound of gun fire
in the air
and I don't care
if you live or die
and that is a lie
but I don't mind
it's guys like you
that you never know
where you're coming from
or who you've been
Paddy Chayefsky's dead
so you die of disappointment
in your New York City home
your family strangers
all in rows
ah well it's sad
but there are far worse ways to go
there's nothing to do
but to play my old banjo
Paddy Chayefsky's dead
and woe to all of us
c 1999 Zen of Iniquity Publishing/
Jalapeno Cornbread (BMI)
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