Doomsayers Songtext
von American Monk

Doomsayers saying shit
And then it never happens
I′ve seen realer shit written on napkins
And usually at the bottom
Of several cups of black coffee
I'll find a reason to keep going
Usually, but not always


Lonesome urbanites, lonesome as ever
Don′t you think they know that
Nothing is forever? Whatever
All you gotta do is what you can
With what you have
And then you just remember that
Nothing is forever

I'm not a fry cook but I start to lose the passion
No matter how many joints or cigarettes I might be ashing
Not my fault that just a kid had all these questions needed asking
'Bout life and death and God and time
And why God, why?
Why, God, why, God, why?
Why, why, why, why?