When the day is done
You look for fun to find an empty
An empty section
The rules do not apply
Cause you have never been
Aware
Of imperfections
I'll write to ABC
Stating that they should
They should give me
Plenty of whisky
So trouble
I'm in trouble
Trouble
I see trouble
In my near future
When in pain and feeling all achey
When alone and nearing 50
Yeah, and I wanna die
I wanna die
And I wanna die happy
And I wanna die happy
Not sad
Like so many people
Not mad
Like too many people
