Life. Or some bitch like that

We're all in the same boat. It is made of paper
Things we mostly die desiring are made of fucking vapour
This is not a bunch of words put together cynically
This is just a bunch of words to look at life clinically

Think about the truth of life, lying sleeping at the core
Of why this rock from the sun happens to have more
Of every goddamn thing; from intelligence to bread
Think about why we are here. Try to get it through your head

A major part of all we do doesn't matter in the end
But this shit you've heard before from tree huggers on the mend
What you probably didn't hear so hear it from the heart
Most of what we do never really mattered from the start

With all our science and our logic, all our chutzpah and our flair
We have become, think about it, cunts extraordinaire
We dance and spar, we go to war. Dick around all the time
And finish up living lives worse than puppets in a mime

We play the dumb fuck games of life. We cheat and we lie
Pretending we are happy. And then guess what, we die
If we're lucky, we have a good run. More of the same crap
And finish sitting in an old age home, on a wheelchair and yap

Wearing a gown and recounting to orderlies who can't give a fuck
How we were cool in our heyday. How we had all the luck
How we held all the aces. How we had life by the balls
Limping down memory lane. Till the Valium makes the calls

Dying is inevitable. Irrelevance however is not
We never seem to get this till the time we're ready to rot
We sleepwalk through life thinking we're having it real good
And by the time we get it we're ready to become worm food

So in the end it's your story. Write it safe or risky
Be remembered for your absent spine. Or your shoes, friends and whisky