own? There's no hot water and the cold is running thin Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in? Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked and cracked along the rim That's not the electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus And you've got a gift for anyone who will give you his applause I thought you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace That's a funeral in the mirror and it' (maartenmassa.be)