I thought I died yesterday
And the day before that
But I forgot in the interval
As I learned to stand pat
On the fat of the land
Or the crack of the bat
On the pitches life had tossed my way.
I am a hit with no stain
On life’s rosy parade.
I am cozy in the roses
As a sweet barricade
Against the poor and the ugly
I am proper and staid
I ride tall in the saddle and play.
It’s no problem to overcome
Either darkness or night
I just open my mouth
And the demons take flight
When I want them to bow
I just make it my right
And the world becomes happy and gay.
What a ship sailing into a tempest!
What a storm brewing on the high sea!
What disaster awaiting the fool there on board!
What a bolt from the blue, the fool’s me!
Death is always my steady companion
It is ready each moment to bite
As I cling like a king to the material world
While the dark and the unknown I fight.