I'm outright zoomed,
pretty well doomed;
soon to be tombed

I raise my gun,
I've had my fun,
am pretty much done

I'm known to goof,
to soar on high, aloof,
but sure ain't bulletproof

So I'll see you at that black hole,
the final destination for a mole
who's played out his role

Yes, I'm outright zoomed,
pretty well doomed;
soon to be tombed

The living is a peculiar bunch,
ain't got the tiniest hunch
from breakfast up to lunch

that there is absolutely no way
that they can enjoy themselves and stay
forever rich, alive and gay

They ain't got the tools they'd need;
that is a fact to heed,
the only substitute: to breed

'cause they're all zoomed
by Death, yes, doomed,
sooner than later to be tombed

You can wake up and rise,
toil and exercise,
but men are basically mice,
Ecclesiastes and Bob Dylan are wise;
most truths are really lies;
most words equal the buzzing of flies,
so try being a little nice,
yeah, try that for size,
before your certain destiny: demise

because we're all so zoomed
by Charon, yes, goddam doomed,
and you know what; soon tombed