Ha, ha, world Everyday I used to write you a letter But you never wrote back And you never made me feel any better Always sitting here Fretting and getting confused Halfway desperate For a headline of hope in the news When the telephone rang I spilled it all over my sweater The call was for me And I answered the phone in the kitchen But the room was too hot I forgot I was cooking my chicken I was burning like hell But the stove wasnt on Then the voice on the line Says the chicken is gone The receiver goes dead and it Hums while the plot starts to thicken Would I have hung up the phone had I known The whole room would start swaying I was instantly cold And I knew why my life wasnt paying I had money and fame But my wealth wasnt wise What good are the coins on a dead mans eyes And the ringing of chimes in my head Said its time to start praying I been sitting here praying And laying up treasures in heaven I was home and the front door was locked When the clock struck eleven I heard the bride outside yell millennium Though the sun was still up The twelfth hour has come The Bible says Without a vision the people perish
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