Going up, Going down
I climbed up the dragon
To the sixty third floor.
My breath tasted of fire
As I walked through the door.
They said God lived on seventy
But I wasn’t so sure.
I was far far too early
For conclusions to draw.
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The view was quite stunning
I could see really far.
Past all illness and poverty
Past the Fuehrer and Czar
Past the cooler than cool street kid
Who dismantled my car
And his cross eyed, part time girl friend
Who gave at the bar.
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I was told to take a number
And sit by the wall.
They would call me when my time came
If my time came at all.
I wondered if I held my breath
I could help postpone my fall
But something told my that as my time was near
I should begin to make my crawl.
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The way back down was faster
They sent me by express.
My thoughts were full of holes now
No time left to transgress.
I should have pleaded for my life
But I lacked all the finesseWhen I made it down, it was to another town
And I really was a mess.
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I climbed up the dragon again
Refusing to give in.
My breath tasted of chilly pepper
‘Twas quite a funny thing.
I made it just past sixty fifth
Before an angel caught my shin.
I fell to the ground, without making a sound
Could have sworn I saw him grin.
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On and on this tale went on
I can tell you it was hell
Questions, I surely had a few
But no answers can I tell.
Every time I made the climb
I just as surely fell.
The meaning of it evades me
As I make my final yell.
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