he sleeps it off i watch it all pour out in his tired eyes and blank
expression he works the dark shift just to feed the kids at home
and then he sighs and takes a load off his feet
"is it all worthwhile?" he turned to me and spoke "i don't know if
you'd call it fate my days are cast in stone" this is your song.
he pulled it off he died alone and trapped in a life misspent with
discontentment sure enough some missed the tired eyes at home but
the turnout stayed down to fifteen
the eulogy was short and sweet -- "he worked his tail off fighting
for a bitter state of being til the end."
expression he works the dark shift just to feed the kids at home
and then he sighs and takes a load off his feet
"is it all worthwhile?" he turned to me and spoke "i don't know if
you'd call it fate my days are cast in stone" this is your song.
he pulled it off he died alone and trapped in a life misspent with
discontentment sure enough some missed the tired eyes at home but
the turnout stayed down to fifteen
the eulogy was short and sweet -- "he worked his tail off fighting
for a bitter state of being til the end."
Lyrics submitted by x_melancholy_x
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