I stopped playing when I was ten;
A part of me was taken then.
I sold the bike when I grew soft;
Another bit of me was lost.
I quit smoking when my lungs grew tired;
A little more of me expired.
I gave up lust when I grew old;
Another part of me was sold.
I forsook drink when the doctor said;
One more piece of me had fled.
When anger goes, expelled by pain,
Then I'll be like a child again.
Come the day that I don't wake
There'll be nothing left for death to take
So if there's a God, pray God he's nice,
And leaves a little bit of vice.
(Or if the Devil takes my soul,
Pray he leaves me Rock and Roll.)
(Don't worry - I haven't even achieved line one yet)