Everybody’s dead.
Freddy Mercury, David Bowie,
the whole thing.

I’m still alive,
but I’m not famous.
And even if I was, I’d have nothing much to say.

Everybody’s dead,
Abraham Lincoln and John Brown,
Bob Marley and his black mom and white dad,
JFK, MLK, RFK,
everybody all dead.

I mean sure I’m not dead,
but again I’m not famous
haven’t done anything exceptional
will die soon enough anyway.