Without those crows outside my home
To whom what Murphy leaves is thrown
I'd surely feel much more alone
Whilst sitting here inside my home
Bleeding heart… and farts
This is what I have for you
Now I’ve aged passed 42
What am I now? F$&k 44
Balls hanging nearer to the floor
Than ever they have done before
Hair that made the ladies stare
Has fled now from the top my head
To live within my ears instead.