I told Gilgamesh goodbye
And rode off on the great deluge
On my raft of Temu plastic
With my harpoon and my pagan friend
I rode the surge into America
On my Earth betrayal boat
Some say the folks that are dead are gonna rise again
They’ll be lucky if they float
I’d rather be that son of darkness
Than to know and pretend I don’t
And the mob boss with his golden chain
Was talking down at the docks
Saying, “You will know that I’m the Lord”
When all the working stops
Everything will be replaced
Everything that can
It’s how it is
And always been
Down here in the plight of man
Singing
So long, it’s been good to know ya
So long, it’s been good to know ya
You be good
I’ll be good
Maybe we’ll get it when we’re older
I feel older
Tell me where are you goin’?
Nowhere
Tell me where will you run?
I’m going where the folks are kind
And there’s good sunshine
And the air’s alright
Even if I gotta make it all up in my mind
The hoard of weeping crocodiles
Scrolled upon their tech
While the pageant of the reptiles
Charted new unfathomed depths
And they tried to navigate
The pit their slaves had dug
I saw Atlas teaching Peter and his Pals all how to shrug
Some say the dead’ll rise again
Maybe they will
If just to vote
I’d rather be that son of darkness
Than to know and pretend I don’t
Sayin’
So long it’s been good to know ya
So long it’s been good to know ya
You be good
I’ll be good
Maybe we’ll get it when we’re older
I feel older
So long
It’s been good to know ya
So long it’s been good to know ya
You be good
I’ll be good
Maybe they’ won’t throw us over
Other lyrics by Jesse Welles:
Anything But Me
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Every Grain of Sand
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Far From Home
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