Although you've given me many things

I can't do anything about you

Wel you breathe, but you waste away

It's a while since you've been okay

I find that I'm short of things to say or do

So while your head is still clear and I can find the words

Know that my life's been better for you

I think of the varied things we've been through

The shade and the light in our lives, the objections too

Those who say we deserve this thing

Them boys living in their sin

An angry god, well what the hell did we do?

So while your head is still clear and I can find the words

Know that my life's been better for you

What can I do?

Tell me, tell me

Although you've given me many things, and everything

I can't do anything, anything, anything

Although you've given me many things, many things

I can't do anything, anything, nothing at all

Although you've given me many things

I can't do nothing, nothing, nothing at all