104. My Life

The dreams of the modern man
Fall away with the sand.
What is it to declare a new stance?

If I we so choose to be ourselves
What risk of living on the shelves?
If you disagree, then go to hell.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

The velvet sky that you portray
Is that of a man too long
Too have come of age.

The angels and demons in my head
Won't rest till I've stated.
That all mean are equal of our own hatred.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

The dreams' now on the water
Of the good old Liffey
Forgive me looking at you, if I get a stiffy.

The look of you now represents that old love
Of teenage lust
I just that mine were smaller, and your bigger, in the bust.

This is my life, and I'll live the way I want
My life is a jolly old jaunt
Through the remains
Of what I can salvage.
Everybody's life can be
That lil' bit savage.

So that's the end, my old friend.
We'll live and die to the natural end.
For want of better words.