A year has passed it's deadly course, Your friends and family sit with remorse It's time to read what's left to them, Of all the wealth you couldn't spend Your lawyer's filled with wit and greed, begin at once your will to read Sneaky smiles they cross their mouths Happy people make their way through the world everyday Sadden people they can't seem to find their way across that rejected line I'm pushed along by uncaring hordes...they're always crawling moving towards, That pot of gold up in the sky...the one that seems to pass them by If death should forestall my life, My worldly goods I leave my wife She's undeserving was just a private whore, Yet she never locked her bedroom door In times of need she was always there, My tears my pain she'd always share