I'm not staying to receive a plaque
Inscribed with children's rhymes
Forgot I always say too much
No rewards can be mine

Good devotees smiles and shriek
To shrug off all their doubt
My God where did I get this smug
All instincts point me out

I'm rotting on corner street
By pass the fountain
I stall and sleep all day
Guilt cloaks my head
Is this the final time
It might as well be
Is this the final time

Forget the checks
Forget the plans
The keys hang from her gown
Sure I'm scared but more of death
In this so very town

I'm rotting on corner street
By pass the fountain
I stall and sleep all day
Guilt cloaks my head
Is this the final time
It might as well be
Is this the final time