Good things

 Well if you think you're sunk

You are'nt

There are a thousand ships like you 

they can't

And if you think your time time has come

it probably hasn't, you can't read the signs

There are a thousand dragons and a thousand

Maids

And like you

They are all looking to be be saved

So get off your arse

And listen to the grave

It is growin' grass over what you've left

We all are dying in our own way

Don't think yours is special

Just because you say

It's me, I am my, oh me, oh my!

You are another crumb in the fish pie

Get used to it while your'e

living

For tomorrow you may die!

You think because you're twenty

That it won't come to you

Well it will and there are plenty

Of reasons to think it's true

Well it will and soon you'll be sixty

Thinking this good thing has past

Don't try to take from another a thing

That you've already had

The sun is rising over the verandah

and you know that good things don't last