It's a lockdown,
a cock down,
a cock up,
inside and sinside,
all the women,
paid with fools gold,
driven away by my greedy soul,
trapped in this box,
now called home,
given too much to live for,
and yet letting it go,

I'm a bachelor,
living it large,
can't handle your voice,
rather sit in remorse,
drinking that fine liquor,
seeing my games,
thinking about life,
and wasting away.