My daughter's getting married.
I can't believe it's true.
She doesn't ask her mother
before she says "I do".
And what about my husband?
In constant, naive.
This evening's getting serious:
these Ohioans won't leave.
But I can't let these latest troubles
rob me of my bliss.
For when I'm scared of true disaster,
I remember this:
Death is just around the corner
waiting patiently to strike.
One unplanned electrocution
that's the kind of end
I can comprehend.
When I'm feeling uninspired
Or I need a little spree
I'm reborn knowing
death is just around the corner
coming after me.