This is a song about "Chaucers canterbury tales"

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

The dead don't grow older, and tell no tales/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Is that ya story? a cache of grey tales seems statutory

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation