Well,
the man who invented the iPhone
Couldn't wait to see what
he'd do next
With his little round glasses and joggers,
his jeans and his black turtleneck.
He was a visionary, a genius,
an icon
for the magical gadgets he made.
He poured a ding in the universe
Then he laid down in the grave
Will I be missed?
What will they say?
There's just a few who will notice
That I've gone away
The noise of the living
Drowns out the dead
What they thought and they learned
and they didn't
They said, well,
when the sorrow goes by
Tears will be gone
No one gets missed for long
Well, just think for a moment of Caesar
He ruled the empire of Rome
He was top of the stack
till that knife in the back
And then Julius Caesar was gone
Sure he got quite a few statues
Sure we remember his name
But the great and the small,
the one and the old
We'll come and we'll go, just the same
Will we be missed?
What will they say?
There's just a few who will notice
That we've gone away
The noise of the living
Drowns out the dead
But they thought and they learned
And they did and they said
Well, the sorrow blows by
Tears will be gone,
no one gets missed for long
When the flowers that they sent
start to wither
And the moss starts to grow on
the stone
The living will get on with living,
and the dead will just
leave them alone.
I'm just a mist blowing away,
born in the morning, live for a day.
The body, the blood,
the bread and the wine
Taking and breaking
this curse of the dying
But the summer will pass,
the days will be gone
I won't be missed for long
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