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life told through the narative of a play |
Five minutes to curtain call You think fast Because you haven’t thought at all About who you are going to cast You also have to get into character And that you have to assume You don’t know your lines because no one tells you a thing Find the right costume Did you forget to bring Your script To know what you have to act For there must be no delays You cannot lose track In this little play You perform everyday and night Build up the strength No stage fright This play has a huge length You are the lead that is born You act right through in a strife Performing until the roses are thrown In this little play of life Curtain call The curtain rises You mustn’t skip a line at all Because this play is full of surprises Like in act 6 when your parents die In that car crash And everyone cries For your support disappears in a flash How about in Act 10 When you find out because of cancer You’ll never see your grandpa again And that your hope in life is getting thinner But there have been better days that were great Like when you marry someone In act 21 That will make you happy for years to come All those acts are here to stay In this little shocking play Every now and then you try to change it some night But you cannot escape your fate But you blame it on someone else just in spite Man, isn’t this play great? You are showing great acting skills You are getting many a praise Because of the thrills The audience members are amazed And you better believe these acts are here to stay In this little shocking play Now the play is almost finished You are starting to get slow Because you are starting to diminish It is almost time to go For you now being eaten away By the sickening cancer Those problems are here to stay You only got till December But as you finish this final act Look back at the better ones That you can look back Remember in act 25 When you received a baby son And as your life over the hill gets steeper Remember the Blue Oyster Cult Don’t fear the Reaper The curtain lowers And the roses are thrown You draw your last breath and take one last look at your followers This beauty of play is over And now that your play has been given The cast party is up in Heaven |