Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

For Them That Think Death's Honesty Won't Fall Upon Them Naturally Life Sometimes Must Get Lonely.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

No Reason To Get Excited,' The Thief, He Kindly Spoke, There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke.