Who was it who once said that ever dog shall have his day
I think it was a rabid pit-bull
Who was it who kicked every dog along the way
Until his ego was totally full
I've no idea who it was, but I bet he's a bit of a shit
I wonder if he could show his face, without it getting hit.
Who was it who opened the door to set the spirits free
Then counted them as they went
Who was it who closed their eyes to find they still could see
And then thought I think I will Repent
I've no idea who it was, and will probably never find out
But maybe it was many people whose lives were being lived in doubt.
I wonder what will happen next as these seconds disintegrate
Do they have to meet up, then form a queue and wait
Maybe they claim their places in heaven,
And maybe a minute is really sixty seven.
