you paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain and the more you cut your hair the more it grows again the badges you pin on yourself fall off or start to rust and the more they take the piss the less people you can trust it s the story of your life and the end of it s your death and every word that s in between is just a waste of breath you don t know who you might have been or who you now should be or what you ought to write on walls or why you wanna be free and then you start to panic cos the inspiration s there but you re not sure how to use it anyway and no one seems to care it s the story of your life and the end of it s your death and every word that s in between is just a waste of breath you re the classic all round failure who never seems to win you d like to write a book but you re not sure how to begin it s the story of your life and the end of it s your death and every word that s in between is just a waste of breath it s the story of your life and the end of it s your death and every word that s in between is just a waste of breath