people see as deep as shallow puddles
in this age of war and troubles
lost amid the religious and mundane
singing out the same refrain

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

but are they more than ants
wearing designer pants
canting out slavish rhythms
suckered by prosaic aphorisms

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

never look beyond the plague of thought
borne from demons evil rot
called holy in the halls of lie
can't you here the angels sigh?

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

shaking fist at all you hate
inner demons can't thee satiate
you are the problem you seek to find
you are the blind among the blind

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

God, the ultimate deception
this cosmic astronomical erection
built upon your fear and loathing
whilst upon this earth gone roving

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

afraid to be examined in the light
of honest inspection even slight
must hide behind some trite exclaim
or worser still that old refrain

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

so still amid the stars and shine
this earth a portrait so sublime
who'd suspect that on its lands
are people sobbing into hands

why me? why me?
why is life like this?

and the sun looks upon its dear lover
which spins about with clouds that hover
and thinks it might be time to purge the place
and start again this odyssy of grace

why me? why me?
why is life like this?