What the ****
Get hit by a truck
That would be my luck
I feel stuck
Pass the buck
And let me die alone
In this old age home
So ****** of what I've sown
It ain't much to be shown
Take the razor to my wrist
And let the note be my final list
Of the **** I should of done
No more wishing under the sun
It has always been number one
Can't find no woman to ***
Has it always been this way
I just want to forget these days
And hope very soon I decay