Eulogy for the Lucky (Minimal Recording)

Can’t make ice in the desert, can’t fool the heavens. 

 Don’t make me feel better. Don’t want to feel blessed. 

 In the furnace that made us, that’s where I will rest. 

 And for the rest, real suffering. 

  

 No one’s gonna save us, gonna be no Jesus. 

 No personal Jesus, gonna save us. 

  

 Luck isn’t freedom, they’re not even brothers. 

 Luck’s just a way of life, we’ve grown accustomed. 

 My luck is my greed. Luck is having a news feed. 

 I got enough. Enough is too much. 

  

 No one’s gonna pay down the debts of our daddy. 

 No one gonna clean the whole house. 

 No one gonna love us madly, give us mouth to mouth. 

 No one gonna save us, from ourselves. 

  

 Hmmmm. 

  

 How does it go? The earth will inherit. 

 Remember our gentleness, forget our excesses. 

 Just keep the music, and fuck all the rest of it. 

 Yeah, fuck all the rest of it. Yeah, fuck all the rest of it. 

  

 No one’s gonna save us, gonna be no Jesus. 

 No personal Jesus, gonna save us. 

  

 Ohhhh. 

 Ohhhh. 

 Ohhhhmmm. 

  

 We need each other to save us. 

 We need each other to save us. 

  

 Hmmmm.