Just Got Canned

Take a bow from my final stand
Scratch another one out exactly as was planned
And the time is now because I just got canned

Read aloud my last words
the crib notes that I scribbled on my hands
Nothing is permanent in the firmament
And shall return from whence it came before

Belonging to the ages I was flipping through the pages
Scratch another out the body's just a cage
No Sanctuary from my own obituary

Was he a good man was he a bad man
Will a speed read of paper column make someone understand
Nothing is permanent in the firmament
And shall return from whence it came before

Must begin what you can't win
Hearts in the gutter minds in the sewer
I know I'll die but still I try
To make it later rather than sooner
For all the better, just make it later
For all the better



Travis "Swanson" Nelsen: electric guitar
Steve Yunker: 3rd bass
Eric J. Nelson: drums, percussion, bass, synth, electric piano, vox