Beedeepees

Birth Control

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    1.
    Now, the sands are running out slowly
    As he runs along the living crowded street
    He's just like a house on fire
    Magnetized by the old mansion on the hill
    It seems somebody's waiting there for him
    Looks like a movie house
    He'll be the only one to see the show
    To tell him what could be
    Lights are dimmed by hands unseen
    His face appears on the screen
    First blurred
    Then clearly
    Now the film of life will show
    What you never realized
    Until you got your call
    Life is just a lucky chance
    As long as you take time
    To take care of your soul

    First, there is a scene from his childhood
    Then his face covered with measles everywhere
    Yes, he really can remember
    Lightly off, barely escaping polio
    That happened when he was a little boy
    But he could see it now
    Talk of the devil and he will appear
    To tell you what might be
    Film fate of him, you or me
    The back door possibility
    First blurred
    Then clearly
    As the film of life goes on
    You can see acts you've played
    But did not realize
    Showing it is touch-and-go
    With our lives sometimes
    But we don't think of it

    2.
    When - that strange performance was over
    Someone came, his name was mister scheleton
    He said:"you've been a bureaucratic man
    Without a human trait
    You have to die as your life's meaningless
    Your own fault, so listen
    I'll do a special with you 'cause your
    Train is long overdue
    You will be
    Surrendered
    To the close-meshed nets of law
    They always find a reason
    To put out a soul
    Maybe health and life depend
    On the regime you're in
    And on your attitude

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    Our hero's lost himself in a maze
    He comes forward to a trial
    Not knowing how or why

    He is the accused right there in the dock
    Jury talks about him
    In terms he never heard

    No speech for defence, no protest at all
    The judge did not dilly-dally
    Sent him to the wall

    Is it still a film or reality ?
    Striver's lost the thread
    Not knowing that's his beedeepee

    Lost - not knowing where or what he's passing by
    He - has had his chips they're tasting weird
    Smell - the air of strange incense which fills the hall
    Why - can't mister striver perceive
    The back door possibility ?

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