I will make myself A mile from the racetrack Drag my losses home It kills me not to go back And we float with parasites All our lives There's me with the geriatrics at the slot machines There's me, the embodiment of how slow life can be There's me, dead eyes are glowing There's me, mine are always shut Passed out on the road Just hours from the racetrack Saw Lamotta raise a toast He said "You got me with the right jab" And we float with parasites all our lives With this advice - we learn until we're dead Be losers 'til your sanguine thoughts subside, we learn until we're dead A fallen dream's not just a morbid sign, it's opportunity These days I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time If I could make this old heart young again, I'd find Another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form There's me with the geriatrics at their slot machines There's me, the embodiment of how slow life can be There's me, short of imposing There's me, please be involved Can I stop, I stop imploding At every obstacle thrown on me? Imply, yeah, right This is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that's mine