Unless you're Ken,
you'll ken where I'm at.

flat line green screen
and it don't seem
that way
I'm
skipping about gaily
on a warm July day,

no one warns you
that it's coming
to get you,

it just drops out from the blue.

Flashback to a tin shack
eating hardtack,
the menu is limited
we make do and
make stew,

unless you are
Ken,
you'll ken what I mean.