Eighteen years and fading Ain't a lot of time left to be a star
That there is nothing more Just like there is a door And if there's not to be another way
Turn around and burn them
Live your life in weekends
That there is nothing more Just like there is a door And if there's not to be another way
And as he stood there cursing fate It seemed that fate had listened For she dealt another card
For arriving in the harbour Silhouetted against the sky Was a ship bound for america And her name, "maersk dubai"
And so when no one else was looking And the ship was safely moored Then he quickly snuck on board
Then he found himself a hiding place Between two crates of iron ware And as for distant america In his mind he was already there
But what he was unaware of As they sailed away from shore Was that there were other stowaways
And meanwhile the old sailor Had walked right past that pier While still conversing with the ocean On the strengths of his idea
And as he walked he came upon A youth he thought asleep But the ocean said that he was not And brushed a wave against his feet
And when the young man didn't stir But lay quite still instead The sailor took a closer look
Was something he had never seen Little cellophane packages Marked "blackjack guillotine"
And so he asked the ocean What these strange packets were
And she answered they held the heroin
That in his blood the youth had stirred
And it is certainly a sign That things have gotten out of hand When one can purchase ones own death And choose it by the brand