I burnt out at the fine old age of 17
They say I didn't have much chance of winning round here
I know now while looking round at the casualties
I take my last chance of a life worth living
I count the days, they close in
Hope my guts and bones don't give in

I've seen it all and now I'm sick of it
I left a note now I have to go
My life's been dragged through the dirt
I've an aching heart that's in tow
I'm not hungry for a win
say 'take the money honey' don't be shy
I'll live my life chancing my arm on another heart of lies