I look through the keyhole to peep at eternity
and wonder
what the **** are these people feeding me?

The Antibiotic does not cure the neurotic and
the cow doesn't know she's been born.

I have worn on my face each and every place that I've ever been,
I have seen things I would never believe,
but the snot on the sleeves of eternity leaves me quite cold,
now I'm old I don't care what they feed me,
they can cook up a storm from the cow yet unborn,
it's genetics and antibiotics won't cure that either.