stealing beggars change for bliss
i have never conquered less
a tired stare of long lost grace
a no lands man on empty dreams

cling to old and worn out [bad word] excuses for your own abuse
senile and demented views
to pass it on is not to lose

greedy little ants of war
we took turns to mock the [bad word] paid the ticket, took the ride
we all must learn to say goodbye

cling to old and worn