As so often I find myself telling the same story Of a reckless young man Who skated on thin ice With every move and decision A gamble A spin of the wheel Risking sanity, soul and life Spin and spin again Add passion to the grinding day Add colour to the morbid grey Oh, foolish young man Now that he's old and damaged Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head As he practises being dead Spin and spin again