The end

The edge of earth
So sweet and brown
My London bridge
Keeps falling down
I’ll plant a seed inside their brain
Can’t help what happens
When it rains
The edge of earth’s
Where I’ll be found

And when I swallow down
The pills
I’ll float upon the greenest hill-side
If God is real where is she found
Inside my heart I hear him loud
You should assume
I’ve done my best
Now put my bod to rest...