Words of the Dying Man

Got to change, this life's a bore
You might just get what you're asking for
I said before that I spoke the truth
I thank you for your paper trail of proof

Time will reveal how the righteous wrong
How they conceal with a forked tongue
Cherish the words of the dying man
Only fools compromise themselves

Greener grass on other hills
Happiness is not a pill
With damages done, one should not grieve
The door hits your ass when you leave

And you know just when you've hit the bottom
When your children forget your name
Got to change for what's in store
God knows we are all deserving more
I said before that I spoke the truth
I thank you for your paper trail of proof