Lyrics
A phone is on the table, just along the hall
But due to lack of food and drink, you cannot move at all
The pension that they give you, can't stock you up for long
And in your heart, the anger grows,
'cos you know that they done you wrong
What about the wars that you fought?
For the peace that you sought
But for you, my old man, just see what peace has brought
The peace has brought you nothing
The light around you darkens, as you weaken every hour
And never in your long hard life, have you ever felt so sour
You've got to see a doctor, or you're going to fade away
You've got to see somebody, or you won't last another day
The pills they will not dull, the aching in your head
You try once more to reach the telephone, but you cannot leave the bed
Then you fall back,
the pain has gone, and you see your life's last sight
A bare stark wall, so very small, and you say your last goodnight
