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pills and pain time to complain,
I reckon I'm sinkin' fast,
My eyes are shot, with what I've got,
Can't see that I can last.
My wife is worse as I just curse,
And drag myself around,
I make mistakes in every verse,
And one foot is underground.
But it ain't no use sounding off,
Because things will just get worse,
The world at us old folk just scoff,
And my car looks like a hearse ,
So mate there's little left in the loft,
And nothing in my purse.