Schadenfreude
by WreckdoM
I'm laughing up a storm on another shiny day,
Walking through my neighborhood and seeing things on the way.
There's an old lady with grocery bags, dropped her milk and eggs,
In this darkened alleyway is a puppy with a broken leg.
A couple is fighting and soon it leads to blows,
A hobo is groveling with snot pouring down his nose.
Maybe I'll see a car crash right here in the street,
Watch some folks as their house burns down, now, wouldn't that be neat?
You call it tragedy,
I call it comedy,
You say it's insanity,
But is there such a thing?
You say it's disastrous,
But I think it's fabulous,
You call me blasphemous,
But is there such a thing?
I think about the plight of nations overseas,
Riddled with violence, poverty and disease.
It helps me sleep at night knowing someone's getting killed,
Or maybe a suicide on a pile of unpaid bills.
There's nothing wrong with seeing misery upside down,
It's like an erection on a circus clown.
I know folks might think it's gross and turn their heads and scoff,
But in the end we'll all be dead so which one's better off?
You call it tragedy,
I call it comedy,
You say it's insanity,
But is there such a thing?
You say it's disastrous,
But I think it's fabulous,
You call me blasphemous,
But is there such a thing?