Like a Sno-Cone
copyright ©2004 by Blind Lemming Chiffon
Tune: From a Distance, J. Gold

 
Like a sno-cone, the world is big and round
And it melts down in the sun.
Like a sno-cone, the world won't last too long
And it isnıt that much fun.
Like a sno-cone, we will turn to mush
Sooner than weıd like to think.
Like a sno-cone, if weıre left alone
We will soon begin to stink

Like a sno-cone, we will disappear
And no one will recall
There is no trace, no real permanence
No chance we will not fall
Like a sno-cone, we attract the flies
That spread disease and kill.
Weıre in misery, we have always been,
And we probıly always will.

God is licking us
God is licking us
God is licking us
Like a sno-cone.

Like a sno-cone, Iıll throw you on the ground
Just ıcause I donıt like your taste
Like a sno-cone, you are trash to me
You are someone I can waste
Like a sno-cone, you are edible
You are part of the food chain.
Your god is just a cannibal,
And thatıs how things will remain.