Like a Sno-Cone
copyright ©2004 by Blind Lemming Chiffon
Tune: From a Distance, J. Gold

 
Like a sno-cone, the world is big and round
And it melts down in the sun.
Like a sno-cone, the world won't last too long
And it isnıt that much fun.
Like a sno-cone, we will turn to mush
Sooner than weıd like to think.
Like a sno-cone, if weıre left alone
We will soon begin to stink

Like a sno-cone, we will disappear
And no one will recall
There is no trace, no real permanence
No chance we will not fall
Like a sno-cone, we attract the flies
That spread disease and kill.
Weıre in misery, we have always been,
And we probıly always will.

Like a sno-cone, Iıll throw you on the ground
Just ıcause I donıt like your taste
Like a sno-cone, you are trash to me
You are someone I can waste
Like a sno-cone, you are edible
You are part of the food chain.
Your god is just a cannibal,
And thatıs how things will remain.