And I've gone silver in my travels,
growing silver in my sideburns
I've started to unravel
Heard my heartbeat on a downhill,
I counted 18 on my pulse
as Kilrenny clock [bad word] three
For 3 o'clock what else?
What else?

And you said 12 years in retirement.
The hours go by like sips of water.
The record lies unbroken
and no doubt it's white flour in my diet
That's going to be the death of me
sweet [bad word] roll for those embittered big ideas.

It's such a waste of all that I had.

You mentioned bats in the attic
so now you're lifting off the tiles
To get around those [bad word] I'm locked down in the basement
I'm hanging upside down
I gag across my mealy mouth.

And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel
That uses all our real names
And go make yourself a fortune
There's nothing left for us
Than us left dangling just a little shamefaced.

It's such a waste of all that we have.
And it's such a waste of all that we have.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.