How, then, can we be so cocksure about our [Incomprehensible]? Just because of our telescopes and microscopes And the splitting of the atom, certainly not Science is but an organized
don't think about it Well, I return to the queen of spades And talk with my chambermaid She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her She is good to me
She laid, I watched her breathe Happy to be here, not afraid to leave I couldn't conceive her not being here Death in her face, her not having fear
not that I can't organize the checkbook and make sure the bills're paid It's not that I might sleeping in the house all by myself I'm not afraid And
bacteria an viruses [The Angel: ] How do you feel? Laa - la - laa, you were out of line! [Machine: ] What? [The Angel: ] Don't be afraid, you'll have
instance, and you have to close your eyes while looking at them. They become just human shells, crying for help. They cannot manifest their own feelings, which may not be
the chimney stack Through the mist, aren't you afraid? Ajar are the doors, a smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid? Hidden by the clouds
I don't think about it Well, I return to the Queen of Spades Talk with my chambermaid She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her She is good to me
not afraid to look at her She's good to me There's nothing she don't see She knows where I would rather be But that doesn't matter Your dancing child
t Think about it Well I return to the queen of spades And talk with my chamber maid She knows that I'm not afraid to Look at her She is good to me and
suspects Not afraid to do whatever you suggest Seems to be no shortage of the excess Submerged in an amber grave That's not how you'll calculate your
bear'd been sneaking away To the seaside caverns, to bathe And the thought troubled the monkey For he was afraid of spelunking down in those caves Also afraid
brushing your teeth just like so hard for you? Now if your breath stank, don't be be saying, "Hi, how are you?" If I give you a breath mint, don't be
occupation be operation, more horsepower than Daytona 'Cause I'm a Rider, like Winona Being nice is a vice, the gift is naturally mine That's like Grand Verbalizer not
crashin' that's why you see me dashin', i hate to be lashin' out of fashion besides i'd rather let it ride and take a cop car ride i'm afraid of me
're not sure who we are, though we're not sure where we're from, though we're not sure when we'll leave, though we're not sure where we'll go, we keep
