When your heart is strong but your eyesight's weak and your hearing's gone and you're called antique and the ladies smile because your fly's undone and then death crawls in and he thinks he's won, but the clock goes on and the day's begun so your feet start to ache and your nose starts to run, tinnitus kicks in and it hits the spot and the bells start to ring so you head back to your place where the budgie calls you king and it's all a case of deja vu,
it's all been done before there's absolutely nothing new,
you put the TV on and all the channels are the same and the ouija board spirits out another name and you know it's been a krappy day,
the night will take it all away or Jesus Christ
someone will pay and it'll
probably be me.