I need my friends now 'cuz I've fallen in a dark hole-
Already lost myself, I feel empty like I lost my soul
Some shit went down and I feel like life is over
And I'm all alone with no friend's shoulder
I'm older than I've ever been and my life is fractured too
I may lose my job, my home and have to start it all again
See, the tip of my shotgun is looking more and more like my last remaining friend...
There is scarce the room for good old men
When young men blossom being taught greed
Is the way of the world to achieve your dreams
Even at the expense of your elder kin.
And what of the old philanthropist
Who, jilted, does not research his cause
But so many are in need he gives to this
Or that, provided someone sees him as good.
And when we die, we've only lived once
In hedonism to enjoy the days when
We lived for fun and whatever we want-
There is scarce the room for good old men.
