floating around houses with nowhere to go
tapping on windows, bouncing on beds
what a waste of time for someone that’s dead
Seventy years alive not achieving ought
then thrashing around dead wandering about
no reflection in a mirror, no smelling of scent
reminder in the garage is a car with a dent
spirit in a bottle, drink in hand
swallow it down then sing with the band
stumble from the pub fall into the car
crash through the tavern with the ornate bar
Mentioned as a person with a good heart
only unlucky the car had to start
a moment of joy, a will to drive home
taking a risk in the vehicle alone
Whisky to stay alive, a minute to die
randomly surprised by a fly in the eye
free to roam in absent abiss
not a goodbye and no one to kiss
Heavens a gift for those who love life
a passionate faith and loving wife
respect for the living, prayer for the dead
choices were made so lay in your bed.
only a person, fool to be right
sleeping a long way, way into the night
take a prayer for a journey so rough
a road of hell without any love
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