text: Sometimes I feel too old to work
  Too young to die
  But Ill drink wine and whisky
  Ill keep smoking till I die
  I wear a suit of sadness
  Made by experience
  For I believe that in the end
  Time will heal what men cant mend
  Im a natural sinner
  Born a sinners son
  Evils been my motto
  Distrust everyone
  Im a natural sinner
  Born a sinners son
  Evils been my motto
  Distrust everyone
  Big men with small minds
  Now, theyre not hard to find
  Now they aint got no good side
  It plain greed that covers up whats inside
  Now ride the confusion
  Withhold your trust
  Struck with your own hand
  When, you think the cause is just