These Goddamned people, they're killing me
Why can't they just let me be?
Someone always feels compelled to shake my tree
I'm in a cage and they're poking sticks at me
Losing my tenuous grip on reality
Staving off stark, raving lunacy
Awaiting the next inevitable catastrophe
These Goddamned people they're killing me
Fortunes do change with rhythmic consistency
This is just the ebb of my cycle, maybe
Perhaps better days are yet meant to be
As far as that goes; we'll see
I'll just be here, waiting patiently
With these Goddamned people who are killing me
G.S. Evans
10-13-94
