(The end of me, the end of me, the end of me)
(The end of me, the end of me, the end of me)
Am I a fool to picture my own funeral as a real gala affair?
Everybody's there, everybody cares about me
Am I a wretch to fantasize about my death
Like it was some big event everybody laments?
Where everybody says, "What a life he led"
Or am I just a lot like all the rest? (All the rest, all the rest)
A little egotistical, a little self-obsessed
If a tree fall on me, will it crash or just fall silently?
Will there be anybody to see the death of me? The end of me?
The end of me, the end of me, the end of me
The end of me, the end of me, the end of me
Am I a freak
To dream about the street
On which I'll live when I am rich?
I'll build a boulevard of bliss
I'll own the block
Talk a lot about the stupid shit I bought
Like the island in the sun
The one I blew up just for fun
Or am I just a lot like all the rest?
A little grandiose and just a little self-possessed
If a wave come and take me
Will there be some ship to save me?
Or at least one little fish to see the death of me? The end of me?
The end of me, the end of me, the end of me
The end of me, the end of me, the end of me
The end of me
The end of me, the end of me, the end of me
At the end of me
Play "Hayloft"
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