Oh Me, Oh My

Woe is me

I swear that we had it but everyone wouldn't agree

That we never had a thing

Our dying words will be exaggerations

Of what we said and what we did

The ticking of the clock

Eventually it stops

Oh me oh my

Goodness gracious what a lie

Where everyone's running around like they don’t have a clue

What they will do

Now that it’s through

And the ending is in sight

Oh my goodness me oh my

It's late and it's time to say goodnight

Oh my goodness me oh my

Our disease

Though feasibly easily curable I will agree that it’s not something we overfeed

The truth will be told

The lies will unfold

And anything anyone ever ignored will come back up to settle old scores

The writings on the wall

Says eventually we fall

And even Romans know

That everything (everything) everything (everything) goes