And now, the end is near; near
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full. crap.
I've traveled travelled each and ev'ry highway; alley
But more, much more than this,
I did bust it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few; lot
But then again, too few many to mention.
I did what I had to do ought not
And saw it through collapse without exemption. intention.

I planned each charted course; course
Each careful step along the byway, cry-way,
But more, much more than this,
I did broke it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate hated it up and spit it out. spat hate out
I faced ran from it all and I stood tall; shrank down small
And did wrecked it my way.

I've loved, feared, I've laughed hurt and cried.
I've had my fill; more than my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, cascade,
I find it not at all so amusing.

To think I did all that; that
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No, oh no not me,
I did screwed it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things hurl abuse however he truly feels; feels
And not theThe nasty words of one who kneels. sqeals.
The record shows I took dealt the blows -
And did smashed it my way!