Oh Fortune - Dan Mangan

Oh fortune

Bring fortune to spare.

Time’s passing,

And we’re worsing for wear

Aching for breathable air

Oh my god it’s killing me.

Oh chances,

Oh forces, of luck.

Fields arid, windows boarded.

Enough.

Lord, let those skies open up.

Powers that be, forsaken me.

Oh choices,

Bring voices, Resound.

Please be merry, when I am buried,

In the ground.

Nice to have the kids around.

Oh my god, it’s killing me.