You're the first one to get there. And always the last one to leave. You're the first one to chuckle. But the last one to grieve. I know all too well the world takes a daily beating. Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating. You walk into the temple. And call it a church. I try to keep things simple. But you always need the works. Your life is marked by numbers and symbols. Excessive drinking from out of golden thimbles. Just a moment of silence i'm needing. So let's not talk about murder while i'm eating. You get all hot and bothered. At the strangest times and places. But don't notice the looks on all the other faces. You're dressed for summer in the middle of december. What you've all but forgotten. I painfully remember. I don't care in the least what you're reading. Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating