Mr. Prism

Lyrics for Mr. Prism

New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows Spent the year fairly well, had my ups and downs New Year comes, no more lungs, doctor says I'm done He tells me that I should probably quit smoking Eighty bucks to hear that professional opinion Rectangular pills prescribed Thank you, Alexander Fleming Now a pharmacist can sign my days off work A century ago, I'd have died, now I'm kicking New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows New Year, yellow Pneumonia gallows Flight number 44, finally got home Changed my room, kept the same view, just a different window Packed the bag to subdivide my twenty-twenty dreams It's wonderful how comfortable a lazy life can be Welcome morning, I love what you've worn I like the simple colours and watching the trees yawn Vote a simple Sunday for seven weekdays Pull up a sandy seat and watch the world resonate No need for final wishes on my bucket list It's pretty low on items and nothing's complete Just let it all lull slowly and end when it wants No need for thinking, no need for anything at all Nobody fears the nose beers I said, "Nobody fears the nose beers" I said, "Nobody fears the nose beers" I said, "Nobody fears the nose beers"