Disease

He isn’t deceiving, that’s twenty this evening
He’s starting to feel rather sick
The cubicle door, well it opens again
He never quite gets used to it
And the drugs in his veins, they don’t ease the pain
He started at sixteen and he is nineteen now
His mother don’t understand how
He’s got a disease, and he’s not very pleased
His life’s almost over now
And his funeral was a shame
Because none of them came
He’s got a disease, he’s not very pleased, his life’s almost over now
Yes he’s got a disease and he’s not very pleased cause his life almost over now