It’s Alright Bob - That’s How It Ends
( We’re only Dying - If We’re Not Trying)
I. Act (Inciting Incident)
Verse (Call) 1
A sky lights up in mushrooms doom,
A world, blown up by silver spoons,
All dreams end with a final boom,
Unthought of by our narrow zoom,
Excuses end, it’s coming soon,
Tell it to god that you were really trying.
Verse (Call) 2
A scam is what you’re living for
Become a star, leave them in awe,
Your music and your rhymes are raw,
Then realize you’re still a whore,
You sold yourself, now life’s a bore,
And you grow old depending on the cheers
Of those who made you.
Verse (Call) 3
Your friends, they struggle through their lives,
You wonder who of them survives,
They gave it all, but end deprived,
Some work for kids, some for their wives,
Yet emptiness shines through their eyes,
As they turn into zombies.
Chorus (Response) 1
We live our lives full of fear.
Life’s a fight, the end is near
But, it’s alright Bob, we’re only dying.
II. Act (Progressive Complication)
Verse (Call) 1
All Eyes on me: the Internet,
Where nowadays the garbage’s fed,
As porn dictates relationships,
Buy plastic breasts use every trick
Provide yourself another hit,
Won’t change the fact
That you are lonely.
Verse (Call) 2
Universities are filled with fools,
Where bureaucrats make all the rules,
You’re educated as a slave,
To work your way down to your grave,
Die from a heart attack,
So you don’t have to see,
It wasn’t worth it.
Verse (Call) 3
You wanna know how this world ends?
We live our lives full of pretense,
You don’t grow old; life never ends,
And if you ask who still has kids,
Religious freaks who lack in wits,
Those who don’t know what else to do
But hope their kids might pull them through.
and you? You’re rather crying.
Chorus (Response) 2
This world is a mess. We settle for less,
We are confused, full of distress
Cause we got nothing, Bob, worth living up to.
III. Act (Moment of Crisis, Climax, Resolution)
Verse (Call) 1
Money swears, we’re owned by few,
convinced there’s nothing we can do,
Just struggle on, things won’t be fine,
For victims of white-collar crimes,
Like sheep, we wait and stand in line,
Long gone democracy’s decline,
Now, we’re all just something to invest in.
Verse (Call) 2
The weather’s changed, some like it hot,
The polar caps - a melting pot,
And bees and trees they disappear,
While we, we drink another beer,
Let’s cuddle in a garbage swirl,
And say goodbye to our world,
Once we did come to love you?!
Vers (Call) 3
No more amused, no more confused,
We really got this world to lose,
Weapons of choice, I’ve chosen blues
Allowing me to spray the truth,
I’m just a slob; it’s not my job,
But I got love and rhymes like Bob,
So I cry out loud, “You can’t forswear!”
That our world ends if we don’t care.
Chorus (Response) 3
Our Ecocide is on its way,
In it, we live another day,
Hoping our minds lead us astray,
That’s how it ends if we’re not trying.
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