Go through life with a bandage on your head Doesn’t say much for your eye sight Can’t really hope for a better tomorrow when yesterday you were born The cradle never looked so good as it did when you were forty‑five Give it up you sorry old sort Those girls don’t want you The camera just pays them well and the artists make them beautiful Sitting at home trying to figure out what went wrong The pillow creases on your face never fade until three And your kitchen consists of flies, five‑day‑old takeout and isle two’s special of the week, cold and waiting Those days taking a lifetime to pass ‑ suffering through the late afternoon bad TV Then the local report just reminds everyone else is screwed But not you, you have a house which you help build, you’re so proud Where did you go wrong ‑ the thoughts keep coming Why doesn’t everyone love you ‑ why did your wife leav you What is so wrong living the way you want to, Nothing Except don’t expect it to bring you happienes Those afternoons spent on the couch thinking Everyone else is wrong for persecuting your lifestyle Ignoring your own words of the not so distant past These words of wisdom which were given to better our lives, to Better our selves Ignor all of those word ‑ other peoples and your own It’s your life and you have a right to do with it as you please to dad from your loving son ‑ sun