The Silver Lining Nine Leaves

[Chrous]
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me one wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Someone’s got to help me
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me one wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Someone’s got to help me

[Verse 1]
Little Davy Jenkins was a little Finnish boy
With a little brittle build
And a simple little shovel to be used when he was killed
See this little middle child held a little riddle gift
Whether bat or gat
Slash or gash
Flash of juice
Set the noose
Let it loose
Set a rift in his ribs
Get him ripped into bits
And he tried and tried and tried
But this little boy just wouldn’t die
So he came up with a notion seeming kind of precocious
But seeing it hopeless
Made the decision to throw sense into the wide open
To possibly discover a potion made of a magical substance
A radical fungus
Or possibly a secret lotion from the ocean
Or his meeting a shaman to teach and chatter
‘Bout the former or the latter
See it didn’t matter
It didn’t matter what it took to unhook from immortality’s prison
The time had risen
So he walked and he walked
Over cobblestones and ditches
Into every single village
Asking for assistance
The locals with insistence convinced him with persistence
They’d unite everyone to kill him and fix him
And though he traveled to countless places
Encountering countless faces
The only benefit was that he brought these adjacent nations together
‘Cause striving to kill him put problems aside
Except for one
He was still alive