Well you never know who has your back
best friends before the falling star
hit the surface of the planet
now arguing over a pile of things once
considered trash I witnessed a brief fall out
One says guard me and all that
while the other one apparently fed up with him
raises her gun to his head while he's
rummaging through the boxes
and one pull he's gone
What a pile of rubbish, I guess, nothing new
between thugs and what's happened on
this planet that aint the worst I've seen
it just stuck with me, broad daylight
where millions would walk by the hour
streets now littered with bodies almost matching
the stars in the night holding steady
and the remnants of a civilization now
lost forever in the cosmos
while the rest of the universe falls off the Shelf
Two people I used to know, eh?
Old Boss let people get into fights all the time--
Eh, I don't miss that life at all
and maybe I'll come across that son of a bitch
one day, but I don't plan on sticking around Earth
all too long.
