Misery Goats

Don't fret now. Don't be so tired. No mope, mope, mope-a-dope! No, it's not as bad as all of that. Don't be no misery goat! "How are ya?" "How are ya?" "How are ya?" I could cry. I could just cry. Oh, the tears fall down. (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) I sang three songs and marched around, marched around, Marched around. I sang three songs and marched around. Looka here. Here comes the poetry! "I'm a cave with the wind inside." "I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" What?! What's the point, hunh? Don't be no misery goat! (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) --- Misery Goats - Pere Ubu