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All eyes on the calendar Another year I claim of total indifference To here, the days pile up With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong

The drunk kids, the catholics They?re all about the same They?re waiting for something Hoping to be saved Well I have been happy the past couple days

Father Finn, dressed in black Slivers from his ruler lodged in my ass Catholic boy, Catholic school Live and die by the same ten rules Genuflect, pass

Adesso che ci penso son lucido adesso che mi stendo son ruvido adesso che ti bendo son lugubre adesso che ti mangio sono colpevole Adesso che m'invento

One day it's the morning Another day it's the afternoon light On day, baby, without warning Well, I tend to think we're going back to rome Back to rome

I could not pray I felt so dog gone Couldn't get no witness but I did not know Then a voice in a whisper said you've got to carry it on And the news

Close your eyes Or you'll have a lot of tears to cry So hey now if you're wise You won't open up your eyes Close your ears 'Cause you don't really want

I heard about your happiness And all the plans that you're involved in Since you're gone you'd be impressed To know I, too, have been evolving But I

Though he loved to rock and roll All these many years He cared about the old peoples' And little children's ears Though he was a guitar man He reflected