Once there was a man who was made out of glass
castaway man whom everyone did pass

 Don't waste your words on me - 
I've crossed the line - 
I don't care
I'm waiting for that final day
To break that god damned bottle's neck

Once there was a man who dreamt of six feet high
castaway man who now just wants to die

Don't waste your love on me - I've changed my mind - I don't care
            step away from that final day to break the god damned bottle's 
neck
            
Rejoice, the pig is dead
            Fell on his knees and blew away his head
            Make noise, the pig is dead
           [bad word] on empty - no more [bad word] to shed
            The shotgun sang
            No choice, he's done, he's dead
            Down on his knees he blew away his head
            Make noise, the pig is dead
           [bad word] on empty - No more [bad word] to shed
            The shotgun sang

            Once there was a man who was made out of glass
            castaway man whom everyone did pass