1983... (A Merman I Should Turn to Be)
by Jimi Hendrix


Hooray I awake from yesterday,
alive but the war is here to stay,
so my love Catherina and me,
decided to take our last walk to the sea.
Not to die but to reborn,
away from the lands so battered and torn,
forever,
forever.

Oh, say, can you see it's really such a mess,
every inch of earth is a fighting nest,
giant pencil lipstic tube shaped things,
continue to rain and cause screamin' pain,
and the Artic stains from silver blue to bloody red.
As our feet find the sand and the sea,
is straight ahead,
straight up ahead.

Well, it's to bad,
that our friend,
ah, can't be with us today.
Well, it's too bad,
the machine, that we built, 
would never save us, that's what they,
that's why they comin' with us today.
And thay also said it's impossible,
for a man to live and breath underwater,
forever was a main complaint today.
And they also trew this in my face,
they said, uh, anyway you know good and well,
it would be beyond the will of God.
And grace of the king, grace of the king.

Yeah

So my darling and I,
make love in the sand,
to salute the last moment ever on dry land.
Our machine has done his work,
played his part well, 
without a scratch on our body and we bid it farewell.
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile,
before our heads go under we take our last look at the killing noise.
Way of the outta style.
The outta style, outta style.

Hooo!