Perfectly Legally - Shearer

Your sorry old guy

Did it ever occur to you late at night

You’re losing yourself

You’re perfectly legally killing yourself

You march with your fellow

Companions and cunts

Great hedonist soldiers

And addicted grunts

So much is lost to you

So high the cost for you

So low the path you chose

It’s a loss for us both

You sorry als man

Sometimes I wonder if you understand

If you ever see

How you’re brought your own hell

down upon here

You stand with your loyal

and trusted friends

Hand in hand you’re marching

To miserable end

you’re low as a kite

Hollow on the inside

You heed the siren’s call

From where you are

you cannot fall any further