Looking back gives me a pain in the neck,
perfect vision eludes me
society deludes me into thinking,
wrinkling my brows,

but the whole thing stinks
someone in the corner winks at me
I give him a black eye
because I'm not
that kind of wink at guy,

still got a pain in my neck,

too much stretching
the wretch in me
fetching and carrying

I shall retire
build a fukin big funeral pyre
and wait 'til the end,

The day before a workday
is no way to spend any day.