Clocks ticking away

Life is a Gamble
You got the losing hand.
Slam down your fist
Cause nothing works as planned.
You look to the future
It’s so far a way
But then you look at the years
They flew by and it seemed like yesterday.

Times flying by
You’re at the top of the world
You don’t know the word defeated.
After all [bad word] quick flick of the switch lights out
And now you feel cheated.
 [bad word] Out of life out of time 
Look for the [bad word] but where
Can you find, cause all that you had 
Is now taken away.

2X Faded away

Broken back and callused hands
Is all that you’ll find on the working man
Because he stepped to the plate
Went against the grain
And now we see the faces
That are mourning in pain.
Clocks ticking away
No turning back
You go to the place you retreated.
The little that you had
Been cut short from your wasted life
And still you feel cheated
 [bad word]