It's at times like this when I feel ten under par
when I've got **** all to show for
this life lived,
so far and it has been so far and it seems like so long and
it feels like I've lived those sad words in a song but if
I've been there and done it, I've gone there alone,no one to hold hands with,no place to call home,
and it's ten under par for this ******* up old star
reissued and fused like some lamp you once used but the filament broke,
went up in smoke with the dreams I once spoke of in the settlement nights when the break out of fights always broke before dawn,
you can pour scorn and you do,like the sky pours out blue on the blue and what else can I do but feel down,down in outdown among the fallen and shattered and by the cold winds we're scattered until we're all blown away,and you don't have to see what you don't have to pay for,the day's always brighter without me there to blight it,don't fight what you don't have to know,let me go I won't blame you,disrespect you or shame you,the public has a right to be free of the me within you and I am within man,
the profit,the loss and the don't give a toss,we've all seen it,been it,sleep and we dream it.
Ten under par
i know it so well
a quickstep to the right
a quickstep and a slip into hell,
cut me in half and dip me in tar
put up a sign that says
Ten under par.