"Can't see the moon, can't feel the sun; weight of the world more than a ton... Nothing' to to save me , not even a gun; lost the big fight, reaper done won... Living my life bought nothing but death... Now I ain't got nothing to lose; no more crossroads, nothing to choose! Yeah I'm all done paying my dues; howling them skinless... Wrapped in a blanket of dirt to chin; deep in my grave, man am I thin! No more loving and no more fun... Grass above me staling sun! Six feet of dirt crushing me down; last I knew, out painting the town... Now I'm deep down, down where its dark; leached by the worms in permanent park! No more walks in my Brand new shoes; moaning them lifeless Bone Yard Blues!" Doug Moench