Futile Man

Still too much I recall of them

gnawed out bones which the

mattock of time buried beneath the pavement

And to wade in the shades won't clear the air,

won't erase the stench of them dead

Will the solace be found from

the north of the ditch

Dug deep with my own beaten shovel

For sure it is not in the notes of the self-pity moan

Could it be at the end of the double barrel

The time is nigh

Until the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life

I am what I am, a futile man

And till the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind

I am what I am, a futile man

Now, hear my child this weight will land on your shoulders

You too will pay this debt of despair

I'm not here to teach you or to show you the way

It wouldn't make any difference

The time is nigh

Until the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind

I am what I am, a futile man

And till the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life

I am what I am, a futile man

Still too much I recall of them

gnawed out bones which the

mattock of time buried beneath

the pavement

And to wade in the shades won't clear the air,

won't erase the stench of them dead

Until the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life

I am what I am, a futile man

And till the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind

I am what I am, a futile man