The world outside has fadednTo a miserable gravenThe circle is in motion nI've had a good life nA noble lifenIt's time to give it upnLeave it to the childrennWith their new trends and their goalsnnMy policy nIs to be stylishnAnd leave with my head upnnI won't count the daysn'Til I fallnPiss my pantsnHunch my backnI think my dignity is worth itnI'm going outnWith a bangnDo you think its worth itnnLooking into hand gunsnExploring hollow chambersnFight for one monthnSix locationsnMaybe three in central LondonnParis, Moscow and New YorknClose my hands nPray to the sunnLet today be the onennMy policy, is to be stylishnAnd leave my head upnI won't count the daysnFor something badnSlit my wristsnI've got better things to donThan wait to dienWe can laughnOr be the jokenThis is a waste of my timennI've seen lovers on their kneesnLived those crazy timesnWet blankets on my bednKeeps me awake and they said nI'd live like this for another 20 yearsnnOh NoNoNoNonI'll choose the way I gonOooooooo...nnHunting out the reapernPainting a portrait of myselfnWith white linesnAnd white flagsnnI've had a smahing timenLoved your women nDrunk your winenAnd the pleasure has always been minennMy policy has been well maintainednI did things in stylenI brush up nicenTo see the wife back in my armsnFeel teh windnCome floating up my sailsnWe can laughnOr be the jokenThere's laughter after deathnnnnn