Do you still see me, even here
the silver cord lies on the ground
And so I'm dead, the young man said
Over the hill not a wish away.
Or even better:
No one likes us, I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try.
But all around, even our old friends put us down,
Let's drop the big one and see what happens.
Give them money, are they grateful
No they're spiteful and they're hateful.
They don't respect us, so let's surprise them,
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them.