I do declare
My time is near
The day will come
When I'm all done

I cannot climb
Nor can I run
I'm out of breath
My drum beats none

The taxman knocks
I have no more
My skin is rot
And always sore

My car's a wreck
In need of parts
I'm always stressed
If it'll start

My job's driving
The sick around
The job's driving
Me in the ground

It's very clear
My time is here
The day has come
I'm so undone