The Ballad Of Moose Bruce
He's over the woods and through the trees
He catches the crooks and kills the thieves and afterwards he laughs
He cracked the plot of the evil man
At the sight of his face the henchmen ran
And afterwards he laughed
And oh what a silly world it is
With no superheroes born to it
He's off the hook and 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
And Oh what a silly world it is
To be so miserable over something inane as this
He's out for good and 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
And Oh what a silly world it is
But still, and against his will he is born to it
And all he'll ever know
The roses and rainbows
And never knowing what he had
Another night another time
And 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 and go, the rooster crows
And touch your toes just like so
Your life's a boat you have to row
Collect and stow the things that glow
And 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
compositores: Luke Michael Charles Lalonde,Mitchell Derosier,Steven Paul Hamelin
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