Feeling insecure these days
say it’s the plague of each generation
And after all it’s always falling down
after all, it’s the millennium
Try to count my blessings
Try to count my security
Doesn’t seem to add up to much
I’m inclined to blame the fact on me
And if it all fell down
What would be left for me to do
If it all came a’ tumblin’
Would I have enough to see me through
I suppose there’ll still be birds around
And where there’s birds I’ll find a quill
If I can find a sharp knife, something dark
enough to write about it, I guess I will
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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