Three six nine
The goose drank wine
Now he's stumblin' all around
And feelin' real fine
Took a gander at the gander
And figured what to do
Before the farmer came around for his holiday stew
That crazy ol' goose
Began to dance around
And shook all his feathers
All over the ground
He took a step back
With a big ol' smile
His lily white feathers lay up in a pile!
Oh that crazy ol' goose
Is on the loose
His bare ass shakin'
Like a crooked caboose
He's hatchin' up a plan
To avoid the man
And keep himself out of that fryin' pan!
Now the goose is naked
And drunk as hell
With a taste for lovin'
One thing can quell
So he grabs a hen
Heads to the pigpen
She shakes off her feathers and they both hop in
Time doesn't wait.
Will time wait for me?
Time waits at the end.
So what shall I be?
Impatient sighs.
Waiting for me.
Tapping time's foot.
Checking time's wrist.
Rolling time's eyes.
Giving a look.
What meals will I eat?
How much will I sleep?
What sights will I see?
While time stands impatiently.
Waiting for me.
There's no place that I'd rather be
Than at the edge of this troubled sea
To stare into the white foam of eternity
Set a course for the edge of the Earth
Sail full of wind
Mind full of sin
Heart full of love
For a world at its end
Land gives way
To a horizon of clouds
The mountains of man
Now devoid of sound
Only the waters
Of the salty sea
Can soothe my aching
For a new place to be
Knives of ice tear at the bow
Splintering wood
A terrible sound
The groan of death
The lamentation of man
At the edge of the Earth
No more will we stand