It Is Going To Get Better Two score watching people scramble Has taught me several things: When they're on their way out the door, No happiness money brings; There's fear in the hearts of all of them; They must have had it better than me; Death will be nothing, but a change of pace, With its different scenery. It cannot be more hellish than here, Where they murder you, in the night; Have sex with your dismembered body, And cannibalize in delight. The meaning of love is becoming sex; Which is weird, because so is hate; The only excitement in their movies Is violence and rape. I guess I know just what they fear: Judgment; but, I'm not worried; I came here to do penance; My life couldn't be more hurried.