I had too much beer,
And I smoke too much,
But I´m still here,

I still have a touch,

Room to absorb,

and a little to give,
I don´t have much,
It´s just enough to live,


It´s late in the night,
And I just take a rest,

From the tight fight,
I carry out in my nest,


I feel like a moaning cow,
Who has been milked too much,
I have reached a low,

Leaning on the crutch,

And the moon is moving me on,

To write more of these songs,
And I move on,
Until my pain has gone.


I feel tired of the world,
All the people, you know them lord,

All the vulture and their quest,
To become rich and be the best,


I´m sick of the self-proclaimed,
Men of the hour and they entertain,
themself all day long,

I wrote ´bout them a protest-song,

But now I´m here,

My head bowed down for fear,
Of the Grim Reaper, man,
I feel the time comes again,


Oh Lord, you know, it´s time,
To fold my tent, i call mine,

It´s time do die, ´cause i feel blue,
It´s time to start something new.