A phone is on the table, just down the short dark hall

But due to lack of food and drink, you cannot move at all

The pension that they gave you, can't stock you up for long

And in your heart, the anger grows, you know they've done you wrong



(chorus)

The wars that you fought, for the peace that you sought

But for you my old man, just see what peace has brought

The peace has brought you nothing



The light around you darkens, as you weaken every hour

And never in your long hard life, have you ever felt so sour

You've got to see a doctor, or you're going to slide away

You've got to see somebody, or you won't last another day



The pills, they will not dullen, the acheing in your head

You try once more to reach the phone, but you cannot leave the bed

Then you fall back, the pain is gone, and you see your life's last sight

A bare stark wall, so very small, and you say your last goodnight.