What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smellin' slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a glaze of glory, smellin' near like posies, 'thout seein' your thirtieth?

Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.

Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.