The thing about the life you've had
Is that there's no edit button
So think twice and act once

But only if you're under twenty

Walk along a beach,
any beach any country
And pick a metre square of sand
Then paint a pen picture of what you see
SAND!!!!!!
Yes sand, simple really

Now, go back tomorrow
Same time and same patch of sand
SAND,!!!!!
Yes, sand. Yep you got it
Paint a pen picture of what you see

Now if you really looked at that patch of sand
The picture you painted today
Will be completely different from the picture
You painted yesterday

Simple, don't just look but look and see

He sat in faded dungarees
Old slouch hat on balding head
Said "write the words for me boy
There's words that must be said"
I did my time and paid the price
For a drug filled violent youth
I thought I was the main man
And had a role to keep
You know what I mean
Anyway son I pulled a gun and shot him in the head
Then laughed at his crying wife and kids
As he took his last dying breath
I walked away without a second glance
After all he should have shown respect
Respect! Yeah I was the main man on the street

Anyway for thirty years I pondered what I'd done
Eventually came to realize
Only notoriety comes from the barrel of a gun
Inside I was nothing
All ill gained fame was gone
Now just a number wearing leg irons
Cutting weeds beneath the sun

Tell them for me boy
That it just ain't worth the cost
Write the words I tell you
Get the message out there
Before more young boys are lost