Colin Hare
Just Like Me
From March Hare (1971)
Watching flowers in the sky
Wasted hours slip by
Years of worry
Weeks are strained
All for nothing
In vain
When your decomposing face lies in the ground
When your ego disappears and can't be found
That's when you know
What it's like to be
Flying monsters
Spitting fire
Killing people
Are alive
What they fight for
Heaven knows
I thank god I'm
Not one of those
When your decomposing face lies in the ground
When your ego disappears and can't be found
That's when you know
What it's like to be
I'm an apple
On a tree
I'm unhappy
Oh no not me
What you look for
May you find
He's not likely
To be unkind
When your decomposing face lies in the ground
When the ideas of a nation turn around
That's when you'll know
Just what it's like to be an apple on a tree
Just like me

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