The world outside has faded into a miserable grave
The circle is in motion
I've had a good life, a noble life
It's time to give it up
Leave it to the children with their new trends and their goals
My policy is to be stylish, leave with my head up
I won't count the days, till I fall
Piss my pants, hunch my back
I think my dignity is worth it
I'm going out with a bang
Do you think it's worth it?
Looking into hand guns, exploring hollow chambers
Fight for one month, 6 location
Maybe 3 in central London, Paris, Moscow and New York
Close my hands pray to the sun, let today be the one
My policy is to be stylish, leave with my head up
I won't count the days, for something bad, slit my wrists
I've got better things to do than wait to die
We can laugh or be the joke
This is a waste of my time
I've seen lovers on their knees, lives those crazy times
A wet blanket on my bed, keeps me awake
And they said I live in this for another 20 years
Oh no no no no, I'll choose the way I go, ooooh...
Hunting out the reaper, painting a portrait of myself
With white lines and white flags
I've had a smashing time, loved you women
Drunk your wine and the pleasure has always been mine
My policy has been well maintained, I did things in style
I brush up nice, to see the wife back in my arms
Feel the wind come fluffing up my sails
We can laugh or be the joke
There's laughter after d**h