You built your coffin
With words that you'd spoken
Plywood and nails you found
Out by the ocean
Swear words you stole, and
White lies that you'd borrowed
Twenty odd years, and
A lifetime of sorrow
Young man
What're you going to do?
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You're all strung out
You look like a loose cannon, and
You won't tell anyone
What you've been plannin'
The days that you've seen
Or the prize that you're holdin'
That they say is bronze
When it might just be golden, and
Always to celebrate
To say what you never say, and
Not what you mean
For what you mean's got a price to pay, and
You're always broke
Ye you're always in pieces, and
They'll never know
Because they'll never see this
Young man
What're you going to do?
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Young man
What're you trying to prove?