No Story Here You want my story? No story here, Like anyone else, Born to this world, this Earth, Through the opening of Mother Goose, I had parents; both lived, both left, both died, To school, with my first love, first dance with her, ‘The best years of my life,’ Even made love with her, What a mistake, I had a job I hated, a government which helped itself Over its own people, Stole alcohol, Paid for a whore over my wife, Hated by my daughter, divorced in the end, Loved by none, Hated by all, The good man died in a ditch, You’re so selfish, Now sleep, Die, one last time, Turn to ash and dust, dear friend
