I used to be a better man
But the regret came, and here I am
I used to walk outside my door
But I don't go outside anymore

When will they carry me to my grave?
So I can pay for the things that my hands have made
Two sons will take my body
And place it in the ground
And I hope they know to be nothing like me
No, nothing like me

My blood is tainted with bitterness
I want it out, I want it out of me
Oh, the taste of my inheritance
How I have fallen, the hills will cover me
You too will [bad word] weak

The trees are green
What happens when they turn dry?
The trees are green 
What happens when they turn dry?
We chose our words 
And threw them toward the sky
The trees were green, now they have all turned dry

There was a bird
Whose wings were [bad word] by a windshield
So fast to the ground
The roadside it found as its eyes closed

I heard the driver say as she pulled away,
"What could I have done? The worst is over"
I thought to myself with the risk to our health
No one ever offers help

When we were boys
We chased through neighbors' fields
We [bad word] forever, and I swore to my friends
Their lives I would defend, as a superhero

But age finds the lust and gives it your [bad word] 
And begs your devotion in trade for discretion
The years play out as days as those friends pass away
But you're taken care of, there is always television