 I think I pulled it off, I think I killed my brain,
It checked-out in my sleep, I didn't suffer pain,
Through years of slow decline and lack of proper care,
I'm happy to report, my minds no longer there,
Can't pretend that I will miss it that much,
But it was handy for the crosswords and such,
All in all I'm a happy lobotomy.
I used to contemplate, until it hurt my head,
I'd fix a milky drink and put myself to bed,
Now I can lie and stare at things for hours on end,
Not caring who or what, or why or where or, when,
Can't pretend that I will miss it that much,
But it was handy for the crosswords and such,
All in all I'm a happy lobotomy.
It's fair to say, I rubbed it out,
Forsaken or I get about,
But when a push becomes a shove,
I'd sign again for all we've got.
So if you see me sitting, with my expression frozen,
Don't waste your precious pity, this is the path I've chosen,
Two years of wilful neglect, my old grey matter is wrecked,
Quorn from Quebec, there's nothing north of my neck,
Can't pretend that I will miss it that much,
But it was handy for the crosswords and such,
All in all I'm a happy lobotomy.
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