you’re gonna
meet death
out there
somewhere
you could die
in a place where
someone else has pissed
or where no one
has ever died
tra-la-la & boom
man going by
on his bicycle
piano in his apartment
he plays at night
all the way to dawn sometimes
tra-la-la & boom
tra-la-la & fade
a man & his missus
in the apartment below
throw dice on an enamel top table
the clatter & rattle going off
into eternity
tra-la-la
