If we could get tiny and be swallowed like in the movies
We could get in and try to fix things from inside
We’re too big, though, and therapies are vain or wrong
And if there’s a God, he’s deaf to all our prayers
So we drink this one to Maz

And they ask for funds for their cancer research
And find ways of raising men average age
But if they’d succeed in that, and defeat death
What a mess you’d never never find a chair
Too many elders around.

But if we need the thing that we most fear and we most hate
That’s the proof the world’s randomly poorly made
So we drink this one to Maz

And the cover is strangely bare with no hair on it
And the socks are strangely in order in the drawer
And the doc is strangely skint without my money