Brook & Waxing

Pray hard like a pious pope

But hope for no diamonds

If some divine simon spoke

Or came down to find us

Caught here in our lab coats

But without a science

Would we see light

Oh i might decide



While i'm alive i'll feel alive

And what's next i guess i'll know when i've

Gotten there



Am i careful til past dull

Will be is or has been

Hope i'm waxing as in half full

Lit wick candles lasting

Born lonesome bald and bashful

With a nastinatti accent

On the east side

Oh i can decide



While i'm alive i'll feel alive

And what's next i guess i'll know when i've

Gotten there