Oh, And What's This?

The mere veneer
of fear
that you cannot hear
with your lonely ear
is not the end of the year
not worse than beer
it's just sheer
anger that's too near
to peer
through a lookin'-glass, we're
not gonna see you anytime soon dear,
but you ain't got nothin' to fear.

False security,
wrong authority,
bitter insanity,
all speak jealously
of them who are free
and who want their destiny
changed, but you see,
it ain't up to me
to say you can do as you please,
I'd be said to be guilty,
and it might be set to be,
but don't feel lonely,
'cause I'll be there for you baby.

What's wrong?
It won't be long,
'fore the gong,
is rung,
and the guilty are hung
from the top of the rung,
and then God will sing the song
that's never been sung,
pot heads will stop and break their bongs,
and see what's wrong,
but it won't be long.

Very soon,
before high noon,
durin' the new moon
the silver spoon
will come and swoon
the sweet magnolia bloom
and the druggies will try to get a shroom,
but they'll find there's no room
for them to come to Dune
to face their doom,
and if they get the hint soon,
we can play the rainy day tune
with a new meaning for this lonesome tune.

What's that? A star,
they're quite far
from this weary bar,
but anyhow, how are
you, this is our
anniversary night, I think I'll take a quick shower
'fore I go, to the home of the shooting star
and as I was looking afar-
wait, what am I talkin' for?
I'm gettin' quite far
off of this topic of ours.

I knew a bloke named Luke,
he once dropped a nuke
in a world of green dukes
and it was hard for him to tell a fluke
from a film rebuked
'cause it was a little rude
to some minority I never knew
and I was just about to puke,
but then I remembered, that's kinda rude.

It ain't my fault
that I built the vault,
that they got caught,
or that they got shot.
Man, I never smoked pot,
all I saw was a little red dot
of, I think it was a nappy knot,
and I knew that was pot,
but I don't mean to ruin the plot,
that ain't my fault at all.

I'm almost done,
and I've walked and crawled and I've run.
All the people I used to know, they seem to shun
me now, for marryin' my sweet honey bun.
It ain't like I drank rum
or did some
kinda drug, I'm done
I tried to help, but y'all just punned
me, so I'm just gonna start walkin', but I ain't gonna run,
but I just gotta tell you, that you are not my son.

Dang it, I fell
its all well,
I can tell
that you can kinda spell,
and I can hear her ring them bells,
and pick up those shells,
and I can most definitely hear her yell
to me, "Don't get your hopes up, I saw you fall,
this ain't Heaven, this is hell!"

I failed as a man,
I felt the sand
between my toes and
I think I'll start a band
but bands are banned
if they're not from this land
and my band is from a can
but I don't give a damn.