If life was perfect
In every way
We'd be bored right out of our gourds
With nothing to complain

No watches to tick away
That you're running late
Or friends who have the need to ask
If everything's okay

No difference to the day
With every day the same
If every day the new day makes
Is perfect in every way

Soon enough though we would find
That not one soul would die
Leaving no alibi
For escaping of this life

With no more sickness
No scraping of the knee
As God is my witness
I think back to boring

Although we could eat all that we want
And not gain unwanted pounds
Running Broccoli and Brussel sprouts
Straight out of every town

There would be no more greed
Or advice given free
No more sympathy
Would find itself in need

What would we find to do
In a world perfectly tuned
If we had nothing to gain
And even less to lose