[Verse 1]
I know now that I can't make good
But how I wish I could
Go back and put
Me where you stood
Nothing's really something now the whole thing's cooked

[Verse 2]
It serves to suffer, make a hole in my foot
And I hope you look
As I fill my book
What a waste of wood
Nothing's really happened like I thought it would

[Verse 3]
I can't rest on no dynasty
Then what is wrong with me?
And I'm so sorry
I got the best of me
I've really did been on such a violent spree

[Verse 4]
Well maybe you can still make a man from me
Here on Speyside Quay
With what's left of me
As you live and breath
Really now know what took hold of mе