I ran out of luck so I went looking for someone to kill menI went looking for some mercy but everybody's closed on SundaysnnI ran out of love so I went looking for someone to refuse menTo turn a sharp corner and loose me but the sidewalk was emptynnI ran out of songs to sing so I wrote an obituary to the tune of Goodnight IrenenThen I washed my stone hands in the sinknnI ran out of changes so I went looking for someone to paint menTo preserve my frozen facenPreserve it for posterity yesnPreserve it for eternity nonPreserve it for posteritynA still life