I'm a drunken old prick sprawled in my sick
A bottle clutched to my chest
I curse and shout and writhe about
T'ween fits of doleful rest
With a mournful sigh at the world passing by
I wonder on their game
One long lost day did I once not play
Like them I was the same
I was one of those a silver spoon pose
Who travelled by yaught and by jet
The elegant strutting shamelessly rutting
Spawn of the summer set
Carousing in style with panache and guile
I roamed the world at will
Never giving a damn cause life's a sham
Where one never pays the bill
All was a glitter both the sweet and the bitter
Tasted good
We were the rich so we cared not a bitch
For the lowly common brood
But that empty hole we call our soul
Was starved parched and yearning
Ti'll one cold night by a dim firelight
It came out with a fearsome warning
An eerie pain took hold of my brain
With visions of the poor I dispised
In the shadowy gloom of that gastly room
They wept through my tear filled eyes
I suffered the fear for their children dear
As though they were my own
I heard them cry and watched them die
Through seeds me and mine had sown
To my dread I heard threat words in my...