Inspired by Nothing Was Delivered by Bob Dylan and the Band.

The Days are going by

Rain falling as you sigh

People are walking down the street 

In a moment they’ll die 

In rooms they all gather 

To get to the bottom of the matter

But it’s useless to try

Cos we’ll all end up in the gutter 

And yet it keeps going on

And on and on and on 

And nothing is best 

So make sure to get some rest 

You reach for the succulent fruit 

To get to the simplest truth 

But when the time comes

You’ll leave with nothing not even your youth

And the dead Texan will rise

Amongst bullets swarming like flies

And Hell will silence it all

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And yet it keeps going on

And on and on and on 

And nothing is best 

So make sure to get some rest

I really hope this is it 

That my song has already been writ

A humdrum tap of the feet 

About some no good lousy git 

Who wants to hear that? 

Who could really care

I might