Robin Williams

One way or another, it's gonna make its presence known

From one monkey to another, you can't lose what you don't own

It's ok if you get anxious, just please don't call the cops

There's a couple things I'm sure of and a whole lot more I'm not

There's a sentimental value to the memory of love

It's a pretty looking rainbow, what does it remind you of

Is it somewhere there's a heart of gold that's never gonna rust

Or it's a hard rain honey but it's never gonna flood

Despite all my reservations, I've been doing this for years

Hoping that some magic touch would finally make it clear

But when it all comes crashing down, I'm still standing here

Looking at the same face, in the same place, just a different kind of mirror

Nothing lasts forever and every other trope

I guess it just depends on how much DMT you smoked

But when I think of Robin Williams at the end of his rope

It makes no difference what you're making, the reaper makes the final joke

So I gather my impressions of the universal sigh

And hope that someone's listening to their radio tonight

Though it doesn't really matter with so many come before

And who the hell are we fooling, no one buys records any more