A tax bill of eight and a half grand
A cat's killed and put in the ground
Dana is gonna throw up
My brother has got glaucoma

My neighbours' got a cancer
They say she's got a chance but
The world is gonna blow up
Her baby just wants to grow up

And not have to care

My dad died on Tuesday
On Christmas Eve or that's what they say
There is always something missing
The Universe just keeps on spinning

We'd laugh if things weren't this bad
The best times that you and I had
We're up here on our mountain
When you said we're nothing like them

We're just like us

Soon I'll be a father
and I don't care that I will love her
Too much for her to handle
A birthday cake and one lit candle

We all die, I know
Please don't cry, I'm ready to go
To give back things that I have borrowed
And sleep in the space that we hollowed

Under rhododendrons
Under rhododendrons
Under the rhododendrons
Under our rhododendrons"