My Epitaph

Every day the clock's hands pull me here
And here they hold me down
With sleight of hand
They steal my life away
Then my time is measured in money
If that's how they sum up my life
It's a hell of a thing for an epitaph to say

And I don't want my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life
I don't want my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life

They say that money talks
Well you know that talk is cheap
And I found out that when it talks it lies
I traded my youth
For a working wage
Now I find the price I paid was far too high

And I don't want my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life
I don't my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life

And I don't want my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life
I don't my spirit
To die before I do
Won't let these wasted years
Turn into my life



Credits
Writer(s): David Bray
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