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