The truth is I’m finding questions hard to answer. Thoughts hard to think. I try and put two and two together But I just can’t grasp the link. They say ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ But I’ve never seen a homeless man whos happy. And lately I’ve been thinking about death And what it means to me. It means absolutely nothing ‘Cause when I’m dead I won’t even think. Can’t regret what I haven’t. Can’t regret what I have. No remorse for my life. No cause for my death. Just another broken body. Left rotting in the street. They say I stink of desperation. Well tonight I’m going to find out, Just how desperate I can be. I’ll lay in the gutter, tie my hands to my feet. lay there for days until hunger takes me. I’m gonna pull the trigger of this gun in my face. Blow out my brains all over the place. I’m gonna fill up the bath, dive in head first. Swallow the water until my lungs burst. Gonna carry a pack across the street. Trip down and fall and let the tires take me. Tonight gonna find out just how desperate one can be.