In 1975, when the emperor died
It didn't mean a thing to me
And ever since then i've tried to simplify
To blend into your gallery
But he said to me, "in spite of me, get your ass to Calgary
Cause it's the thing to do"
So I've gotta go to the final show
That reminds me of you
But you never even bat an eye
As if nobody died
I drenched my hair in gasoline, and i can't say it tastes too good
Or how it should
(Don't cry, don't die, and have some fun!)
