The Ballad of Moose Bruce

He's over the woods and through the trees He catches the crooks & kills the thieves & afterwards he laughs He cracked the plot of the evil man At the sight of his face the henchmen ran & afterwards he laughed & Oh what a silly world it is... With no superheroes born to it He's off the hook & fancy free He can't see the forest for the trees At life's allure, he laughs But soon, he sees the hill Retreat, retreat, retreat until he passes past the past & Oh what a silly world it is... To be so miserable over something inane as this He's out for good & off the pills He can't pay rent, but better still he'd rather have a laugh But soon he sees the hole Defeat, defeat, defeat Your role was not to be the man & Oh what a silly world it is... But still, & against his will he is born to it & all he'll ever know The roses and rainbows & never knowing what he had Another night another time... & oh, you'll never know the way the old men go To see it all so uniform, to be wise beyond your years So smell the rose, you'll see it grow Make love to those be friend or foe Get up & go, the rooster crows & touch your toes - just like so Your life's a boat - you have to row Collect and stow the things that glow & write these things down all in prose Tomorrow's never there until you are So a silly world it is... But still every single day how we are born to it So what a silly world it is... But still every day you should know you aren't bored of it