So no one here saw water into wine
Oh yeah, I’ll buy it cause you say it’s true
The medicine you’re on is worse than mine
And I will quit when I’m as bad as you
Old stories, fairy tales and Santa Claus
Are promises forgotten more than lies
No happy ending, maybe never was
Cause when it’s over everybody dies
But desperation brings you to a place
Where you’re less sure of what you think you know
One good long look at gray Death’s ashen face
Will help you understand when to let go
When drowning do not ask for bona fides
From him about to save your scurvy hide.