the trouble with boxes
i have trouble with them
the trouble with boxes
is i never fit in
the trouble with others
is…they forget how to knock
the trouble with others is
they’re living in shock
metal is way too hot
cardboard falls apart
paper is way too thin
and cement’s heavy
i’m not ready
to be dropped in
the trouble with wood is…
people praying outside
the trouble with wood is
the body inside
the trouble with being dead is
you can’t turn back the clocks
the trouble with being dead
is… you end up in a box
ashes blow away
and sand can’t turn back time
dirt leaves little doubt and
tombs are rectangles
without any angels
to let you out
the trouble with boxes
we all think we’ll win
the trouble with boxes
is… life comes to an end
all these little boxes
i’ve had trouble with them
all these little boxes
i’ll never get in

INVIA LE CORREZIONI