i used to be a better man but the regret came and here i am i used to walk outside my door but i don t go outside anymore when will they carry me to my grave so i can pay for the things my hands have made two sons will take my body and place it in the ground and i hope they know to be nothing like me no nothing like me my blood is tainted with bitterness i want it out i want it out of me oh the taste of my inheritance how i have fallen the hills will cover me you too will become weak you too will become weak the trees are green what happens when they turn dry the trees are green what happens when they turn dry we chose our words and threw them towards the sky the trees were green now they ve all turned dry  and there was a bird whose wings were crushed by a windshield so fast to the ground the roadside it found as it s eyes closed i heard the driver say as she pulled away what could i have done the worst is over i thought to myself with risk to our health no one ever offers help when we were boys we chased through neighbors fields we could run forever and i swore to my friends their lives i d defend as a superhero but age finds the lust and gives it your trust and begs your devotion in trade for discretion the years play out as days as those friends pass away but you re taken care of there s always television 