I tell you son
At then end we're all alone
Well goddamn
And all I own is no happy end
As I spit in the wind again
They say life is a constant wait
Rewards come much too late
Work hard to the well worn bone
You're dead before you've grown
Tell me about it
Tell me something I didn't know
Tell me about it
Now come on and waste my time
My life's a fucking piece of paper
One of many that I cannot stand
I'm getting sick
Is all of this really necessary
Everyday shit everyday
Another price you have to pay
Well, maybe I think too much
Or maybe not enough