One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply [bad word] is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of [bad word] Wither the path, whether worth the fee
lifetime of [bad word] And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore!

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye [bad word] in many forms but never scare or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of [bad word] Prejudicial waters wash over me
lifetime of [bad word] And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore!

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
The faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame
Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
'Cuz when [bad word] it's swift and my friend, 
We end up and the same

It seems like a lifetime of [bad word] Wither the path and whether worth the fee
lifetime of [bad word] And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore!