Mr. Pessimist

Time will swallow your precious time
Like magic create the future
What makes a man so fickle?
Who put the daggers in those eyes?
Was it to learn
Through dark days of struggle?
Was it to burn
To burst all our bubbles?
Thunder and rain
Well the cynical flame, will it heat, stick, and blister?
Thunder and rain
Evangelistic brother should be banging a tambourine
Go wash your hands and fingers till your mind is clean!
Was it your fate
To sleep like a normal?
Time and decay
No man is immortal
Thunder and rain
Boredom and pain lit the cynical flame, will it heat, stick, and blister?
Thunder and rain
Still try to resist
The pessimist
The pessimist, no no!
And these things I find
In the back of my mind
Where time lasts forever
I get all mixed up, think I’m all mankind
Listen Mr. Pessimister with your Catholic taste…
Oh, listen Mr. Pessimister, Pessimister, we do not relate…
Listen Mr. Pessimister, Pessimister, Pessimister…
Mr. Pessimister!